Hairs of uncharted memory finders Looking for unloaded carts Trade me your goods for my beds Shortly our caravan comes apart
The shreds of the colors above us Still flicker like lava at dusk I painted your lips with charcoal So sign all your lines before time is up
Our little people are without doubt Our little men skin jackalopes alive Our little people trod paths in darkness The weather is ours and embers don’t die
Contorting The familiar trees Have no smile At their feet
No tar left No dead mouse in sight How can you How do you decide?
I am terrible at guessing though I work terribly when pressed, oh no Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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