This is how I first saw him Eyes closed Linen clean Essentiality traced into every movement Still now, years later I get nausea from the thought of forces above me Uncontrollable waters Feet sliding on moss covered rocks It all seems like together I burn sage in my room every morning and every night I thrust myself against my walls and my floor I have a poster at the end of my bed Mainly so I can touch it with my feet It leaves me with some comfort It shows a nature reserve with animals and plants and bird With a million bright colours I sleep with a small piece of flint Whenever I get overwhelmed, I press it against my thigh I let small drops of blood pour onto the flame I can't look into fire as I could before The flames grin at me, casting aspersions And I get sick and I have to lie down
No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers Firefly, sand, egg, olive stone Death is in the smallest things
No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothers No one dances quite like my brothersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
