Howling from the heathers in the glooming mire To clam me on slender pass The billow turned the birches to redundant snacks
Unavowed, we stood like icicles In the black river Yesterday, she was pulled out from the river Wearing a silver bracelet and a bucket of stones around her pretty neck Holding an empty canvas to a mirror I pictured myself alongside of the girl on the bridge just the morning of the fall When she was staring into the hollow abyss, luminous slipping into the bog The black river… Silent cafter caters by the rivulets, hovering the High-land glass Waiting in the horror by the silhouettes Everyone you know shall pass never to feel comfort in the arms of a stranger Howling from the heathers in the glooming mire To clam me on slender pass The billow turned the birches to redundant snacks Unavowed, we stood like icicles The black river The black river Stop! My little child, you won't get further than this I see you smile, under the frozen abyss We reconcile, we're past-dimential and vile The both of us Let's get together and dance into the void until it stares into our souls So Hush, my little child! Come join the purgatory trip Through your denial Among the carpenter bees, and honey pies We see the home that you left, you were a child I was your daddy back then, so spend a tender when your mourning slip into your dreams Scarlet staturines, tuffy puddles, bada-bits and baseball figurines Forever and ever, bury ‘em in the cold THE BLACK RIVER! THE BLACK RIVER! THE BLACK RIVER!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
