Streets are swollen bodies There are tunnels beneath this town That weep black rivers above ground Our bodies are braille For the lonely treasures hands have known We remain who we are Even as our faces fall to pieces When you walk through this decomposed concrete Houses jostle firmly hooked into one another Keep your shoes clean Keep the windows shut Keep the city out Keep yourself clean Our bodies are brailleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
