Somnambulist - The Cold Wash | Текст песни

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• The Cold Wash

Little blue clouds
escape from the car
changing to angels for fire and gas

I feel the cold wash
of it's independance
and drive cross the river
with vision and sound

See us wild children
hide between trees
crossing the roads of metal and speed

Diamonds and pearls,
When the cold wash returns,
Bursting in silence, whiter than light
Bridges are burning,
the old world is turning around
Round, round, Round.

Then I discover
that all must be payed for
and I lost my talents to survive on this Side

a row of red bikers cycle away
away from the shore, away from the shore...

See us wild children
escape from the car
changing to angels for fire and gas...

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