Martyn Bates - Once Blessed | Текст песни

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Poor debri, careless, craving release like a fool seeking to be flattered...
Curious silver tongued lies and shadows...
All the strangerness you can utter...

Now is not the time to be turning to me;
ghosts and dead dreams are all that I see...
Whispering like a sleep uneasy.
Hanging in the air, a drear prophecy...
A drear prophecy...

Spent like a vision, a mirror empty,
filling now with tearings...
fantastic defenceless grotesqueries.
Once blessed and now despairing...

Now is not the time to be turning to me;
ghosts and dead dreams are all I believe
Whispering like a sleep uneasy.
Hanging in the air, a drear prophecy...
A drear prophecy...

Now is not the time to be turning to me;
ghosts and dead dreams are all I believe
Whispering like a sleep uneasy.
Hanging in the air, a drear prophecy...

Now is not the time to be turning to me;
ghosts and dead dreams are all I believe
Whispering like a sleep uneasy.
Hanging in the air, a drear prophecy...

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