Old Arc - Queen of Dusk | Текст песни

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• Old Arc
• Queen of Dusk

Wedding gowns spun in peripheral vision
I was loud, but you were not listening
We are the clockwork in a terminal machine

We are clockwork in a terminal machine
Maladjusted, set in sedentary on a throne

You are our queen of dusk
We do the things we must

Light as a feather, no more than a wave of your hand and we were undone
Stiff as a board, whatever preceded this life has dissipated

We are clockwork in a terminal machine
Maladjusted, set in sedentary on a throne

You are our queen of dusk
We do the things we must

Wake up in past tense, the rapture rattling on my breath
Driven away from a soul; like you, to sharpen the cause that you sold it to
Wake up in past tense, breathe in the dust that once was romance
Driven away from a soul; like you, to sharpen the cause that you sold it to

You are our queen of dusk
We do the things we must
(queen of the dusk, I ain't down on it
things don't have to be so despondent)