The Thin Young Men - The Shape | Текст песни

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VII THE SHAPE

To bliss whenever quiet
It's a slow move, lying on the bed
But many have done it before
With heavens of archaic fathers
Towards a terrible spire

That's why I'm still eager to have cream
And jewelry in tongues, using violet
When harmless orchids are tied together
And a frame of something

Pour everything down your throat
For the only love and the life
I admit you're a beauty
Though only a picture

The word Nature means "that which is born"

The memory begun to live
Let's go somewhere else, to have a new glassful
It's an old wine

I saw the crippled man
And he had bitter-looking company
"Now you have all the time in the world
To spend with me"