he came spitting fire on a day like no other tried to hold you near to me i heard him passing over he made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air he put our love in clear perspective
blue, red and green plumage trailing behind him now swaddling the sky in its aftermath the last day coming down he made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air he put our love in clear perspective rising, rising, rising, risingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
