Из альбома: Granddance

Time is on our side
Sleep is slow
And underfoot is only the world
That chimes cued by man-time
But we have a soul
So we don’t need a face
We just need a home;
No eyes to see the smile above the chin
And no nose to smell the breath within
And no ears beneath the receding hairline. climb with all your ropes tied in a bow
And curdled down to the white bone
Which fray and whip till they sing
And slip in the line
«we don’t need a face
We just need a home»

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