Peace The ward he offers me A pack of cigarettes They aren’t his and yet I feel it coming on I feel it coming on A sense of welling grief And though they ‘re serving samovar Somehow I’d rather be up
In an airplane Above the archipelago I stuttered in my armour In an airplane Above the archipelago Now I see where you grew up And the murderer in me
Please The blanket and the sheets The leaves the gardner rakes Are articles of faith The company believes I’m running derelict around these foreign streets The colonel knows I want to crack his head for taking me up
In an airplane Above the archipelago I stuttered in my armour In an airplane Above the archipelago Now I see where you grew up And the murderer in me
They said there was an ice age Forty thousand years ago Incidents of road rage Warring on the streets belowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
