claims, they crawled from those clouds and over mountains cried into the streams where they ran the length of past and time that called out with their hands beside you as all the people shouted up to the "northern" territories My, they glowed a bug burning at the ends of sheet covered crowns whose only words were wicked mumbles that shake unstable manners brought these thoughts about you lights up like flies and ants that dip about and aim.... to swallow us up like them bread baked gums... now I remain glowing at the ends it's because it's you they've become shade drifts around, southern where the sheets are growing ash and steeple factories old boy you'll never know just what they think, it never finds you cheap work finding pockets only when we're aimed.... to swallow them up like the bread baked gums... these lights were waves that spilled through my space (in the plains) where no one knows if they'll ever need again (I want to) come and get and take me homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
