Sacrifice your eyes to blind mice Looking to the hills and chaos and destroy yourself You are unworthy of breathing the air You gotta beat it out, gotta
You were an English Lord, you wanted just rewards You wanna go all the way But it's way too late now, now You had a heavy heart You had a heavy sigh
He came from the sunset He came from the sea He came from my sorrow and can love only me Come wander with me love Come wander with me Away from this
Well, oh, my god, did she look cute At the Dame Vera clay pigeon shoot But it was over, oh, so fast It was a blast So here's to all the dirty girls They
cold But your heart is unbroken My favorite foremost Coastal antarctic shelf Oh, Larsen B Oh, you can fall on me Oh, Larsen B Desalinate the barren sea
When your dreams don't come true But your worries are over Once more now When the girls have all gone May the party is over Once more now When you need
Take me somewhere quiet, please These motorway exit gates Are callin' to me dearly and I need a place to go And even numbers on a timetable Arrivals
Where the ancient oak leaf clusters grew The deaths head hawk moth flew And something wicked this way comes The swallow is depicted there along your fuselage
Do you worry about your health And do you watch it slowly change And when you listen to yourself Does it feel like somebody else And did you notice When
Straight down the line with blood Straight down the line with hate I never felt so good I never felt so great It all looks so familiar It?s so very [
Stunde null, oh, stunde null Oh, stunde null, oh, stunde null You've been on standby for half a century It's such a long time to be always meant to be
to the land beyond To the land beyond To the land beyond From the sea to the land beyond From the sea to the land beyond From the sea to the land beyond
When it's good, it's not bad When it's bad, I don't mind if you're queer Let's be happy while we're here I don't clap, I don't cheer I don't look, I
It's not psychedelic, it's got many merits It's not psychedelic, nuclear submarine Darling, I think it's a dream Your causes, they make me feel so mad
Since I found out that all of this Is nothing more than emptiness Filled with impermanence A guided tour of your deepest fears Designed to help your vision
Turgid calls the winter charge True adventures of awaking hearts Nights are overwhelmed by gloom We will see foxes in the moon Valleys drop, mountains
Mother, maiden aunt or brother On the masonry and there are others Like you, beheaded lover In the cemetery Seems rather sad to me Oh seems rather sad
Be gone, be gone Be gone your olden ways, be gone Don't be afraid of anyone Like seasons, just move on Aorta, liver, ventricles And other winter vehicles
