This place with its old plantations These roads leading out to the sea This day full of promise and potential More clay pigeons for you and me
All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them all lined up
Huge crows loitering by the curb Our shared paths unraveling behind us like ribbons And I dreamed of vultures in the trees around our house And cicadas and locusts and the shrieking of innumerable gibbons
All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them all lined up
How long will we ride this way about? How long 'till someone caves under the pressure? My dreams are haunted by armies, armies of ghosts Faces too blurry to make out, numbers far too high to measure
Your face like a vision straight of Holly Hobby Late light drizzling through your hair Your eyes twin volcanoes Bad ideas dancing around in there
All, all of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them All of them, all of them all lined upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
