Clémentine: Bird cage blue and yellow Candles warm and windows bare Tracing upturned smiles of portraits Drawn to disappear Flowers never talk, they never want They never need In a cradle gilded, they are left To rot yet never bleed Eyes of silver, mirror, mirror Thread on wood and steel Keep what can be kept And heave to see which one will kneel I've been told to wait But why should there be silence Dawning pretty laces Weaving capes of gold And framing muffled faces I can be different I can't be puppeted Garden evergreen Was what I thought that I would see Branches meet my steps Their kisses open up ravines Fences frozen in a dance They've yet to perform I leave the house and the Baroness Buried in before
Cole & Clémentine: Rödd eins og bjalla heldur okkur öruggum frá framtíðinniTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
