I like to euphorically dance to this

Amazing

While he sits and stares At girls he cant explain Oh here she comes On 10 white horses Made of string and clay The flowers in his fingers Wilt away His wise old lover said That lies do not deceive So when she sleeps I leave her bed And hurry home instead My soul is on a string Tied to your chair And why is it I pray To Gods that always fail To drag that girl Back through my window And undress my face And smile at me while I put on my chains Oh oh oh

@chandanhoonmain

6 жыл бұрын

Panache Although the overall idea is a bit incoherent but this stuff hits deep into the conscience. It's the last song I want to listen to before I die.

@manuel-mp5zv

2 жыл бұрын

isn't it " flowers in his fingers SLIP AWAY" or am I deaf?

The songwriting on this is absolutely brilliant. It would be cool if somebody could post the songwriting credits

Wow 🤩

Good stuff