Air passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink moon Air passing through a new hole on the white rocks of the pink moon
No strength left to pull the cord of the morning bell A million diamonds sing inside an empty ship A million diamonds sing Of the dark black holes On the white rocks of Always sitting brash draped in [?] Incessant repulsive acts wrack in thine awful seas Seldom [?] [?] Hin-dah, hin-dey, hin-dey [?]
Fingertips fall and they keep up their bulge at creatures that make their nests all neat in the rapture My fingertips fall and they keep up their bulge at creatures that make their nests all neat in the raptureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
