Oh this isn't walking in the forest with grandpa When life was simple and honest This is a cold wet camp when the fire won't kindle And you're damp to the bone and miles from home When the trees shiver all through the timbers And the visions are embers of an unfinished sentence Wrapped in the bleak creeping feeling That something is missing From the picture of the universe
A spirit form inside a tree Blood seen in the creases of a palm The saddest sign you'll ever read Conjure me conjure me conjure me
Oh this isn't a sip of a spirit in an old bar When your troubles all seem unreal This is losing a war in a desert Where you're gunned down, dry to the bone And completely alone For we creature the leeches That strap us to leaches That suck through the marrow Of the altars of earth Feasting on the brains of creation In the graveyard of nature We get stranger and stranger
A spirit form inside a tree Blood seen in the creases of a palm The saddest sign you'll ever read Conjure me conjure me conjure meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
