Hard rock of old Speedy people, tall cities The ones with the powers Live in old bits, green bits Bits by the river, ones highest up Far from fumes, thousands of cars Rhythmic motion of light Methodically in streets of simple lines One eye behind Consuming readily, their malady Lashes on the floor Daisies, cats, and spacemen on the wall Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin Treading engrossed paving stones below Filthy footmarks reflecting tear filled skies But, in a world frozen still, my love To find you’re with me still this night Perfect plentiful pastures Metal monsters’ industries Cities on stilts, mined hollow underground Silver pay for healing tide Tracks carry ashes Carefully placed water-burial site nearby Tales of all kind Solitary confusion as blood runs its course to purify In a world frozen still my love To find you’re with me still this night Treading engrossed paving stones below Filthy footmarks reflecting tear filled skiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
