There was a grinning moon There was the clash of blades There was a chemical stench Blowing up the hill
There was the ghost of a porch light There was blood on the glass There was a hole in the eye Where the light was spilled
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There were hanging stars There were dark shapes running The ashes of the dead Went floating past the mill
There was an empty road There was a long chance There was a far-off trumpet When the wind was still
Mmm Mmm hmm Mmm da da La da da da Da da da da Mmm da da Mmm hmm Da da da da da Da da da da Da da da daTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.