Always raining. A great thing to be alive. A great thirst brought us to our knees; Brought us the lark, the dog, and the night.
You were made dumb and so you listened I was made dumb and learned to speak
Now I feel it This coming silence
Greatness only in witness Greatness only in witness
The voice is just that Moving from the lark to lower gut
I am conflicted. Learning if dreams are like news, What is inflicted isn't the visible bruise. Love as a symbol; lark as a time in life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.