Rome - Tightrope Walker (Wild Milk) | Текст песни

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• Tightrope Walker (Wild Milk)

Was she ever seeking consolation?
Was she ever prey to the the tease?
Isn't she reeking of masturbation
Like the rest of us?

She learned to dance by herself
Finding peace only in torrents
In the currents roaring his name
She learned to free herself
She learned to walk without fear
And with that slightly bowed grace
Of the tightrope walker

She read the books of twilight
But there's no god
In her verse but him
For whom she'd weep and die
The death that doesn't die

She's no friend of mine
I would have been back
On my knees in no time
I do not flow in her river
Quick or slow
For she's a tightrope walker

And her thoughts
Are cruel and radiant
And you will sleep
Inside her fragrance
And you'll get lost in her dance
For she's the port
Reached by chance
And she doesn't live
On fury and song
For she carries honey and silk
And she will cool your tongue
For she's like wild milk