In the Café of lost dreams The night has no eyes My fever has no heat And the shadows cure my hate
A theatre of visions plays in my head Malarial consciousness now remedied Old grayface, play a song for me A dissonant tune, a weird lilt
Damp neonlight fills the streets I search for an anchor Between monolithic towers of empty life Pour me a glass of amnesia
Bleak your teeth of pure stone Sway your arms of concrete flesh Search with eyes of thousand souls Your piped veins in turmoil
Bleak your teeth of pure stone Sway your arms of concrete flesh Search with eyes of thousand souls Your piped veins in turmoil
Rest your soul a little while In the café of lost dreams An unspoken agony cooled down The old devourer bereaved a little
Greenlight flows all riverlike A duke plays a jazzy tune Glass-interspersed walls light up again As clouds unveil the moonlit path On which we all will walk one dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
