J'entends au loin les klaxons des mariages de juin, j'ai encore le gout de ta peau sur ma langue, comme une amertume de t'avoir laisse ce matin, avec
Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisend rivers minds and hearts. Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged : water damaged Gold is selling
that half horse as he murders my thoughts with the fragments of flames anyway Halfman, halfhorse as he rides on a flame in the sky Foooour hoooorse meeeen tweeeentyyy Klaxons
Come on with me through ruined LiPGLOCK Accross Tangian deserts we'll FLOck MADcap Medusa Flank my Foghorn We'll change four seasons with our first
Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisoned rivers minds and hearts Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged, water damaged Gold is selling
Ride the pandemonium The hyper-confusion Escape to nowhere Glimpse no illusion In the distance Information Glimpse the existent In the distance In
Myriads of silver discs Signals have been noticed out on the drift Here comes the flashover From our new neighbour Here comes the flashover Behold new
The tomb crew bring sugar oil We'll meet at the mirrored statue Margaret my girl, standing on air That is my name. That is my name. Light the bridges
Sailing silver waves, trough the skies and round your eyes And in the pockets ot the tide a meeting place by night Sequin covered swans, that are used
From a starting point At the present time Follow a straight line Eventually We know the you'll End up behind Immediately find At the present time The
Your name's not down you're not coming in Your name's not down you're not coming in Not tonight, no not tonight Your name's not down you're not coming
Magick, without tears Magick, without tears Magick, without tears The magick-al vaneer The way to mother noose The way to suck an egg The way to golden
Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on. You can forget our future plans. Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans,
At club 18-30 i met Julius Caesar, Lady Diana and Mother Theresa. At club 18-30 i met Julius Caesar, Lady Diana and Mother Theresa. Signs, you know i
Send out a sound for the wood between the worlds Gently repeat as the boundaries start to swirl Keep to the call that is twice now liminal It?s not the
Krill edible oceans at their feet A troublesome troop out on safari a lullaby holds their drones in sleep For tatteling clearly indiscreet Five fallible
A burning flame goes by and by Visible love stands side by side It comprehends Beginnings never end Into the cycle of the here and now We take our fears
Oooh.... I'll live for you I'd die for you Do what you want me to I'll cry for you My tears will show That I can't let you go It's not over, not over
