Из альбома: A Hand Full of Hurricanes
Matt as night. Bastard child of sunlight.
Two eyed kite. Twisted twin of dusk in my sight.
As it goes it moves so slow. It swoops so low my guardian,
My guardian Albatross, my gentle threat.
Calm and bright. Stagnant waves of emerald.
They stand and they fight with your surreal animation.
As it goes ...
Circle softly
You appeared circling, hovering over
My shoulder is aching and my neck is breaking
Simply watching you silent watching over me