Like the whispers of the final words [- -] of a loved one's heart Or the breeze that brushes weathered shapes In the tails of cuts out in the sun Just the constant ever-present turn Of the curvature that we stand upon Or the temper [- -] of the hairdryers That drone along in tune with the universe
All I hear are the clanging [- -] Of the carnivores caught on the [- -] And the rumble of the supertankers All blowing out [- -] distant leagues In the rusty hollow [- -] tangled [- -] that hang in the abattoir Hear its lonely voice, it cries for the future Now, for a future of any kind
I feel for your fingers in the dark But I can't see the path that lies ahead I point a battery-powered torch But it disappears into the void I feel for your fingers in the dark But I can't see the path that lies ahead I point a battery-powered torch But it's shining into darkness
The keeper in me, the keeper in you Will keep persevering until we get through To all the light that [- -] the door The keeper in me, the keeper in you Will keep persevering until we get through To all the light that [- -] the door The keeper in me, the keeper in you Will keep persevering until we get through To all the light that [- -] the doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
