Most of the day We were at the machinery In the dark sheds That the seasons ignore I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio But the words I receive, random code, broken by fragments From before
Out in the trees My reason deserting me All the dark stars Cluster over the bay Then in a certain moment I lose control and at last I am part of the machinery
(The belldog) Where are you? And the light disappears As the world makes its circles through the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
