Up in the Ferris wheel The soft swan wheels And in the soft sea The soft sea sleeps I misheard Not a rabid star But the dream of plane crash steep Fall, she span, ah Over there, behind you There is a sharp well And deep into her Fall, a column of dust And that last grey face Steals into the world With the skip of a snake And hissing behind Comes the final express train And if in that city That's set upon a hill If a shadow appears By your pantry; it's the godhead And the noise in your eyes Whom has the rumours of wings And the fly and the hornet From the scorpion rainbow In the time it shook Your eyes to shoot Kisses to the starlings Well, in digits quick and late in hate Which shine bright on your plate The silver is mist and mischief and chokes the silver note And sweeps into the sleep Come quickly, Lord Jesus With your word and your sword On the lion at bay On the donkey and the dray Drink dark those low skies you made By broken dogs, the Aleph awaits And awakes in his eye Vengeance in his eye "I am the lord, the killer, and the creator" As kind as the night And as near as the day And as new in the mouth In the tongue of the dog And as deep in the heart As the leap of the goat As dark in the cat As the skip of the branchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
