spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all, But the beast was gone and a voice was heard: They've got no horns and they've got no tail They
Holy Mother of God You've got to go faster than that to get to the top. Dirtly old mountain All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone So you
When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground, Freudian slumber empty of sound. Over the rooftops and houses, Lost as it tries
Was it summer when the river ran dry, Or was it just another dam. When the evil of a snowflake in June Could still be a source of relief. O how I
pushed them well down in his sack. But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded But he had some more tricks up his sleeve. "Come outside
Bluegirls come in every size Some are wise and some otherwise, They got pretty blue eyes. For an hour a man may change For an hour her face looks
to me, don't you run away now I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you. Making noises my little furry friend would make I'll trick him, then
we saw A spire of gold, no, a trick of the eye, that's all But the beast was gone and a voice was heard They got no horns and they got no tail They
Holy Mother of God You've got to go faster than that to get to the top Dirty old mountain all covered in smoke She can turn you to stone So you better
When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground Freudian slumber empty of sound Over the rooftops and houses Lost as it tries to be seen
There's an angel standing in the sun. There's an angel standing in the sun, Free to get back home.
Blue girls come in every size Some are wise and some otherwise They got pretty blue eyes For an hour a man may change For an hour her face looks strange
pushed them, well, down in his sack But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded But he had some more tricks up his sleeve "Come outside
, listen to me, don't you run away now I am a friend, I'd really like to play with you Making noises my little furry friend would make I'll trick him,
Was it summer when the river ran dry Or was it just another dam When the evil of a snowflake in June Could still be a source of relief Oh, how I love
Traduzione: Genesi. A Trick Of The Tail.
Traduzione: Genesi. Trick Of The Tail.