Из альбома: Kingprince
The avenue is at it again,
With a mouth that swallows men,
And it fills my words with smoke and broke amen's.
She says "... we're filling up with embers
And the water tastes like timber
... but I try not to think about it now and then.
And if you're not whole,
I will stitch that shirt you're wearing.
And it will cover holes,
And stitch the skin you're wearing now and then."