Из альбома: The Composition of Ending and Phrasing

it slows down to sleep
making faces insane
the intone is set now

to call out our names

somewhere so old it's gone

in domains where we lay
no one can find us
too soft to stay
too sold on the day

somewhere so old it's gone
somewhere so old it's gone
somewhere so old it's gone

somewhere so old it's gone
somewhere so old it's gone
somewhere so old it's gone
somewhere so old it's gone

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