Look the herons in the greenbilled water their wet-ash wings wear medallions of patience We drift on... ...go... We have stories as old as the great seas breaking through the chest Flying out the mouth Noisy tongues that once were silenced All the oceans we contain, coming to light, coming to light All the dark birds rush from the river Leaving only the stillness of their language There are no clocks to measure time, but the beating of our single hearts, single heart ...go... We have stories as old as the great seas breaking through the chest Flying out the mouth Noisy tongues that once were silenced You will know it is winter by the way you dreams tremble like stones, when the wind comes through The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong Noisy tongues that once were silenced All the oceans we contain, coming to light Primal breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
