Now the days are clear Towns painted red For long enough
Was there meaning in caffeine? Was there reason within mescaline? Got to climb somewhere high
A storm is coming It's time for girls to dance Time for men to lay down Years heavy as lead to be carried up high And the golden days ahead For the storm is coming
When the rain hits the ground a calf will be slaughtered When the first lightning cracks the sky a gush of blood will hearten the infant The firmament speaks and the fires are lit inside the heads of the few
Tragedy called matter Mere meat for the hiding moon Down there to behold another sun to riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
