Sofia Reta - Tar | Текст песни

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• Sofia Reta
• Tar

It's the ice, isn't it
You packed your mouth full of snow you
Shine like white gold
Breaking sunlight like a crystal would
This is all metal angles
Grinding black against bone

Stone on flesh
Steel on teeth
A french kiss
Lost in substance
I've got knives for feathers

You pet me the wrong way
I'll cut your fingers
The death of art
I'm at the helm
A crystal tick or a shining wreathe of wheat

Oh, saint on me
But when you smile it's a technicolour empire
Dripping in limestone
And bleeding with Persian silk

I've traded my first born son
For just one amber sheaf of wheat
I met a costume in July

Speaking through emerald cut facets
Dear child, I met you too
Full of tobacco and honey