Bayou - Huntingdale | Текст песни

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• Bayou
• Huntingdale

Deep in the gardens
we see things we dare not speak of.
In the crisp and silver mornings
we make homes for them to live in.

With our bellies full with breakfast
and our minds alive with questions
we ride through the archways plagued with flowers
past the hum of honeycomb towers.

Do you remember the times
when we were young, wild and fine?
We had no answers
we didn't need them.

We found cloths in the yard
and chanted words in the dark
to show our glory.