Poured away into a shallow Pool of oils, spilling colours Mesmerised by her visage Appearances emulsified
Stationed at the basin's edge A fisherman waiting to catch The prize that lies beneath the screen Of gold and blues and tangerines
When she grows numb Set by the sun She will become Part of the kingdom
Alone she sits, a silent voyeur Kneeling naked at the altar While ants clamber over the Petrified hand of her neighbour
There is a bulb inside her head Where once there was a brain in place A clod with roots, a ball of string That's full of love and lycorine
When she grows numb Set by the sun She will become Part of the kingdomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
