How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?
The avulsion whims its spurs in the pinches of my earth The dust I kick of animus shatters
Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow and in your suppression tastes sulfur
Hear the children say (Inexpressible innocence)
How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?
As suddenly your avalanche reverses my polarity
And secretly come Sunday morning standing at the pulpit to an empty room
Hear the children say (Inexpressible innocence)
Tear of mended sails
How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the mountains of avarice turn blue
How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?
The drowning water you drink, passed on by birth I’m no longer willing to give you controlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
