Из альбома: The Late Stuart Davis
we rattle a gateless gate
and push against a weightless weight
looking for a stateless state
Nicola
Whatever love creates
love erases
they're only twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola
All the ones alive today
are the ones that passed away
are the ones on the way
Nicola
Whatever love takes
love replaces
as all these twins
with different faces
fallen from the womb
risen from the tomb
carried in perfume
Nicola