Taking the train the wrong direction Looking for light, or some affection You got some nerve calling me now Don't bring it up, I'm underground
There is a place covered in vines Floral in scent, feral with signs Clutching crucifix, wielding a bat Keeping head down, walking with rats
When I arrive I'm going to sing For the lightness of everything Fire and fog, sparkling stars Slow heavy sex, fast moving cars
Nothing to say, no urgency Perfectly calm, terribly freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
