Smells of wet leather And wings without feathers Are locked in the room
From countless endeavours These curious treasures Light up with the moon
How scattered the prize So precious, so fine Too good to ignore
All those boxes exist Sweet amethyst And there's still room for more
Hundred years gone by All I have is encased I remember the time you came For my curious ways But not before I tried To keep them in their place
Wooden doors are left open The long lost has spoken Of its fabled throne
Triumphant unrest As The stories suggest Of the great tupelo
Dusty skulls hang up high Rusty railroad ties Are piled on the floor
Hundred years gone by All I have is encased I remember the time you came For my curious ways But not before I tried To keep them in their place
Taking off running your pale star is coming And soon it blooms over the sea A haunted collection a furious spectrum Is hidden and kept far away Sharpness, not weakness will help you see through this And keep you from turning too fast Despite all your hopes you are pulled by the ghost And fall through the looking glass
All the weary and desperate Come the day, you'll manage Find a world that shelters you Offer and reveal the truth
And when you find your safe return A wild wind will blow you in Towards A fire that doesn't burn So keep pushing on, wanderer
Collection near complete My pockets are full My deep roots will awaken me Gonna carry me homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
