Lightning hits the house of wax Poets spill out on the street To set alight the incomplete Remainders of the future
Hidden in the yard. Hidden in the yard.
Thunder drowns the trumpets blast Poets scatter through the night But they can only dream of flight Away from their confusion
Hidden in the yard. Undemeath the wall Buried deep below a thousand layers lay The answer to it all
Lightning hits the house of wax Woman scream and run around To dance upon the battleground Like wild demented horses
Hidden in the yard. Undemeath the wall Buried deep below a thousand layers lay The answer to it allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
