I came down over the sleepy mountains where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to tear our skin up off from the bottom leaves our ankles bare don't just wander back and forth and leave it build it into pinnacles and shrines of some some ghastly predicament of mine you'll find leaves us plastered to a bed of hairs with me all coiled up near the bottom with my chest unbeared oh but dear the sky is low gather up it's harm in gauze with grateful arms oh but dear the sky is low watch fluent sea men rig their rudders so they'll graze it with their wind arrows tis in the fathoms that they brush below that we lie with our eyes and sides in tow tis in this warm and monious water that I flow and grow and sow I'm hear the birds wings squeak salt salt salt and lemons drop from the spaces in their flings oh my dreams come back to me oh my wrinkles build on meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
