The Color Pharmacy - May | Текст песни

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There were ghosts in the houses made of clay
Poisoned apples on their roofs and in the drains
There was hope in my head when my head was full of brains
Til I paid my pure perception to the wind

And the hunters that had hunted us were all staying indoors
When the porridge that you poured started getting warm
In the bitter light of day
Maybe in May

All the trouble in her bathing ornaments
Left the blood trickling down both arms to her wrists
There was was fear in my guts but my guts are full of it
And this patronizing pathos can be the best

Til the tulips that they trampled have grown up to be insane
In the winter warmth I heard one of them say
In the bitter light of day
Maybe in May
Maybe in May
Maybe in May

Even if all the ghosts in their houses move away
And all the skeleton filled closets get replaced
There is hope in my head when my head is full of space
And I will pay my pure perception to the waves

Til the forests that we fostered have grown stronger with the rain
And in the winter warmth I felt the weather change
In the bitter light of day
Maybe in May
Maybe in May
In the bitter light of day maybe in May

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