Narrow as a finger, black deep as a mine. Swim against the current, along the crumbling coastline. You would strike a bell and run. I would show you the wide, watery sky. Pause here for a moment, filling stones with lives. In the navel of the ocean, you’re unafraid to die. Drunk among the whispers, we tell stories penned in caves. All this island quivers, as we sink beneath the waves. You would strike a bell and run. I would show you the wide, watery island, between the stones and sun. I’ll hide my heart as deep as hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
