This is the sound of poisons The sickness no one knows No one is crying for us this time Our shapes are blurring Under miracles of snow Weave a circle 'round him three times You have to plan your moves at these times Our hearts are breaking One more song to go
These eyes are blind This is a pure thing These hands I kiss Tragic as anything These eyes are blind This is a pure thing All splash and hiss Beyond my measuring
Only the anacrucis The main event remains Shameful and naked, out there In the great cold outdoors We have to learn these things again Bathe in this incandescent glow The leap to something I don't know There is no doubt upon us when The greasy men come back again
These eyes are blind This is a pure thing These hands I kiss Tragic as anything These eyes are blind This is a pure thing All splash and hiss Beyond my measuring
These faded flowers Precious as memory A veil of cloud Correct as energy We had some good machines But they don't work no more I loved you once Don't love you anymore
These eyes are blind This is a pure thing These hands I kiss Tragic as anything These eyes are blind This is a pure thing All splash and hiss Beyond my measuring
These faded flowers Precious as memory A veil of cloud Correct as energy We had some good machines But they don't work no more I loved you once Don't love you anymore