Testi:
Flock

While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around "Fear not!" said he

When your hand brushed against mine I thought I'd collapse I'm no rolling stone I gather too much moss Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting A little bit older

Put your sweet fingers A little closer to the keyboard It's hard to read between your lines We were the clock hands at midnight Now you're four whole

I've got your blood Under my fingernails It feels like I could Never wash it away Well how about that? I could never do that Well whaddaya know about

She had mixed me With someone she once seen Projected on her screen Now I'm blue tacked above her feet So go lightly don't wake her Let her dream Reflecting

There is a darkness to these jaded days Maybe it's a seasonal affected disorder Or maybe we're just sad There is photosynthesis We crane our necks for

(Nahum Tate (1652-1715), ca. 1700) While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory

for a woman like a river guide,(such a sight) you build a boat just for one night claim a sound without any motion, for a mountain who's flock is in population

A lightning disease, surrounds me... signal flares on the east side of your port, suns coming and we're floating to its shore can i control, my heart