Boy made of dread poaches from the river
His eyes are
Halfway to heaven I saw a light was on
The deep
This room is as white as a ghost
In this space
When I ramble down
In my paltry crown
I hear that things
Things go wrong when I trust them, in my naive
Under dappled moons and under teary skies
This canopy is life
At three in the morning
The moonlight was breaking, breaking down
Oh,
I, I saw a prayer, drift by your eyes
I swear
Stumbled round, you I found
Adored your glory, you're my story
Then
Everybody has the reason
Everyone will have their season
'Cause nobody knows
Seasons don't change
They just glide through my eyes
Like a serpent
These feelings don't have any windows
But these feelings are feelings
Escaping contamination
Is a difficult operation
I need some hibernation
Hide me
Pasta machine broke down by the weed in the field
I
Fade away into dust again
And I will see what I
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