
Date of issue: 19.05.1998
Song language: English
Halo of Flies |
Reality rose like the sun, and still I slept through it: |
«I can always witness it another morning…» |
The thoughts like these are cemented in procrastination |
Now this part of 'she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor |
As a self-defiant need for a cure |
Diagnosed to emerge and roam away |
From roads as thick as foam |
You wish to burn the candles that quietly service the arm |
Another day with the shades pulled down |
Until the swallow returns her to sleep |
A father knocks on the silent door |
While this part of 'she' has become an inferno shame |
Louder than we expect from such silent candles |
Not so secret anymore |
Now the eyes of my eyes have opened |
Now the eyes of my ears cling dear |
Never let the swallow return you back to sleep |
The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten here |
And again I know reality shall rise tomorrow |
This time I hope to be awake |
For I cannot postpone another morning |
Never let the swallow return you to sleep |
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