Short bone, with me Don't know, through dreams This state, supreme Our heads, our seeds In life we drown, and live beneath A cold lights still sings A cold light in me Breathing for you
I ran the wolf off in the car park, rita checked And yet she came back with a child And that's when i turned around I saw you standing there, beside the diner Eyes of mad dancing circles, floating still And yet somehow waving, surely as they're dissipating Cornered in by the day, so strung out, climbing doors It takes a daffodil to make it right To shake the jelly from the stone
A breath so full and hot inside It won't come out and so we watch him die So much carried in a thought But in words, it's a pity what you've done
It takes the daffodil to make it right Tits out, color's gravity, the hat's out for the help It takes the regulars, to fill the score To take the echo from the stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
