See the white bird crying softly through the fire Silent screaming Lights are dancing over my head When they burn out, see the white bird drown The room is spinning The floor is sinking The walls are breathing Into the tunnel Crawling fast but going nowhere Floating, flying The door won’t open until it wants to Ancient spiders guarding the wine of ages Laughter in the dark Thunder and lightning inside the box with rusted hinges Hear it, can’t you hear it screaming Lifeless feathers in the waterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
