It came to stay, to beckon eye Dark was the night it called me lover Dazed I sank into the rye Carried away by holy waters
Now I cower and I shiver still I’m a temple pillar Vitreous and spooky – you’ve got nothing on me Through morphine swamps I glide Into the muzzle of a sleeping god
To upheave me on the quiet To unearth all my breathing shadows In orange haze the picture thrive The coffin of angry skies I follow
Now I cower and I shiver still I’m a temple pillar Vitreous and spooky – you’ve got nothing on me Through morphine swamps I glide Into the muzzle of a sleeping god
where gaze and dread and void are open wideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
