Из альбома: Myths of the Near Future
Theres a half-man, half-horse, who still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame in the sky
He comes through the centuries with me on his engines
The kids and the cats watch him fly
Please catch that half-horse as he murders my thoughts with fragments of flames anyway
Half-man, half-horse as he still pollutes my thoughts he rides on a flame in the sky
Four Horsemen twenty-twelve
Klaxons not centaurs!
Theres a half-man, half-horse, who still pollutes my thoughts as he rides on a flame in the sky
He comes through the centuries with me on his engines
The kids and the cats watch him fly
Please catch that half-horse as he murders my thoughts with fragments of flames anyway
Half-man, half-horse as he still pollutes my thoughts he rides on a flame in the sky
Four Horsemen twenty-twelve
Klaxons not centaurs!