Clutch - Basket Of Eggs (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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• Basket Of Eggs (Acoustic)

As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,

But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.

A basket of eggs may you count your days.

Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.

I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath.

Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt.

You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands.

But when you awake, you're in another land.

In fields of green rolling on endlessly

You find a fallen nest where there is no tree.

Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root.

Dare you carve a face in that virtue food?

I can tell what you're thinking. I see it everyday.

I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way.

Sure you want to go walking on a night like this?

Look, there goes another one now. One day I swear they will not miss.

As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,

But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.

A basket of eggs may you count your days.

Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.