The Acorn - Almanac (Эта дурацкая любовь) | Текст песни

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• The Acorn
• Almanac (Эта дурацкая любовь)

There's a season in your eyes
and a fever on your breath
you're anchored to the tide
and the rhythm in your chest

I read the rings and count the city lights
you sing a static sonnet on the dial
you could talk a walk, through the mines
or you could spend all your days
just waiting for the night

the stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire
I see it all reflected in your eyes

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