In that city that's set upon a hill Under its field, the flowers grow Glorious under the kill of the crow And in later stag unnamed In my dreams, the dusk is growing to burst And burn and shine blaze On her lap, oh, the pussies nap And in her lies, the child and fire Cream of queens and dreams of kingdom Whilst by the night the bus-stops drift In soft sweet night, lovers dream and hold other lovers tight This is the book you gave to me I see your name has been unclaimed In other kind lives, our lives slip by Saw no face, knew no trace The silver thumb is ringed too tight And treat, the sound is set By the left-hand clock The soft Sun is broken by the night So sweet, she spilled into the table Marked with kisses but in the hold Swift is the fall and harsh is the fall High in the skies Are the masks of clouds Harsh in the silence As naked in the room in which we disappear And will meet the child and fire By the post office, the soft smoke curls by And by the swell All is well with the sea In time for tea, in time for end The slow stars send notes in my mind The clock dark clicks on Down the street where the scaffold pinks The silent station by the flowers' flow Beside the still lawn-mover The graves of our coming suns And in the shop, the sale is done As quick as flies Fly down the street to sleep The singer is ringing the bells And in the walls, the colourful cartoons Are covered with soresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
