Blue silence walks below the flood Through hallways dressed in living green The veining of a pyramid The blindness of a water dream The glint above the swollen tree The shrimp inside the pillowcase No heat No beach No dust No, this one is new A taste, or lack, or wartime trick Derivative of laughing
Leaden circle in the air Falling bright chime on rippling street And another, hanging there Turn back, they closed the road The capsule welded shut and slapped The fishermen will shake their heads But first Don’t look away The bird became an eelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
