The Glove - This Green City | Текст песни

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• The Glove
• This Green City

Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
Shapeless and ageing we start to run
Through the tangle of your broken words
This cheap impulse falls so dry in the maze.
I burn down turn...
You turn my skin around wishing my eyes could look down On me...

Stairs fall like jewels as we near the door
You fold through my neck & arms like crystal
So black, so black with charm & breath
We turn to face the dying sun...

This green city rains down on me
This green city rains down