See the fog on my horizon, it's dancing
And it smells
Down from my ceiling drips great noise
It drips on my
Your glancing cracks your skin
Clear lights on dirty bulbs, dirty
We throw our loupes, our little phone
Our lovely shorts, oh
Feel the moon pull your love
Faster up to the sky
Feel
Skar the fire son
Pet the smiling one
Woo the sleeping one
Ró
These berries are eyes
Your eyes, my eyes
Birds turn their necks
Stare
Please don't cry for hammer in your teeth
We'll spoil the
You're upon my eyes
A little bit
A little bit, sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
So
can't you hear them sing for you...
bless the weeds that grow on the yard
just like rain
Les rêves ne meurent pas
Et moi, je te dis: «pourquoi?»
Parce
Para : padam padam : para
Pararara rara
Pararara rara : para
Húllabbalabbal�
Illuminated
Back on the road
I fell in the snow
I fell off
No one is braver on a sinking ship
The fading moon,
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