Danila Muted - Rain Of Stones (with Joey Artman) | Текст песни

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• Rain Of Stones (with Joey Artman)

If my thoughts were roads
They would guide me to my boats.
If my thoughts were birds
They would find me.
They would pick my thin bones.

If my thoughts were nurses
They would suture my wounds.

If my coat was steel
It would protect me till
The stones fall from the sky.

Lower a boat!
Till the stones fall from the sky.
Rowing a boat!
You see – that’s my new address.


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