What's that strange music? Is it the laughter of someone no longer living? Under glass Skate on surface tension Never say the words that hang suspended like dark chimes Let the wind stir them When we have departed
Uncomfortable insects Scuttling from path to path Leading our maggot lives Dreaming of becoming flies
No patterns in my life Only the straight lines the ropes that keep me tied The outer skeleton That keeps me held in the stunted wings that moves so feebly That twitch as I sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
