The lady folded Her silver hair Behind her back With the strings of a veil
And cut me a pack, of a famous sword Sharp to east Her magnitude That made the table in an infinite tangle
And then the darkness came All wrapped on velvet feet And here through the window I saw a quickening eye
Reflecting time in the blowing night And pulled the shade To a clear green game And from the visions, riding heavy sea
And from the visions, riding heavy sea That cast the ships Into a sink as man And burn the ringing, don't wanna carry inside
Then the morning roars Lapping up the winds From the tainted table That was serving time
It's silver spoon that was breathing stars Images flown Like the birds of high Wings in the sun, oh, what a blessed sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.