Bronze my bones with black howls turn my body into dreams spectral spools of movie stills blank shadows in the seats as my mind spills like milk drip across the screen reach down into the black kiss death´s soft underbelly where we met...
We´re two ghosts out of focus a smear on the projector we´re two ghosts out of focus what the lens couldn´t capture
Our secrets in celluloid our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts
Where a hundred haunts hawk we found our pleasures drawn in underwater chalk like silent traces a crevice full of crack-ups home to captured vapours slip down into the black trace the scriptless pages where we met...
We´re two ghosts out of focus a smear on the projector we´re two ghosts out of focus what the lens couldn´t capture
Our secrets in celluloid our smoke-rise souls snake into ghosts
We´re two ghosts out of focus a smear on the projector we´re two ghosts out of focus what the lens couldn´t capture
Our secrets in celluloid our smoke-rise souls snake into ghostsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
