The autumn howled around the heads That hung so slack with lips so red The blooms had withered leaves were shed Tongues stuck in jaws sad clowns parade The crushing whine began its call And pointed fingers at us
In Angle Park The lights are dim, the statues grim In Angle Park The fountains crack In Angle Park
The beaten cry behind white dress The clowns stuck fast upon the mesh While mothers wring their hands of tears The spelling books are in arrears The evil genius hugs his wife As tiles ring with fear of life The window fills with beating hearts Beat on blindly beat it
In Angle Park The lights are dim, the statues grim In Angle Park The fountains crack In Angle Park
In Angle Park The lights are dim, the statues grim In Angle Park The fountains crack In Angle ParkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
