Purple pavement Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles Howling through hollows Restless nights and one night cheap hotels Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back
And I search for something Oh, whatever I don't really care Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere Rolling down their windows Open card with open mouths Golden teeth and golden cars
You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears Still you follow my trail I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway
Love I laid in payment Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow Beneath the ashes of echoes buried alive They are howling through hollows Once we share their temple of our arms Now our heads are hung up on walls
We are ruins within ruins On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all To be both the animal and god
You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears Still you follow our trail We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears Still you follow our trail We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening They whisper: The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dyingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
