1. За ливнем сильным босиком по траве Так осторожно дождь стучит в голове. Мелькают лица, показавшись едва Почти как раньше. Снова туда. Не слышно улиц
По стенам били, Ветром насорили, Где-то говорили В Питер уезжать. Ходили спины, Магазины мимо, Молча у витрины, Пальцам не дрожать. Что же Так неосторожно
1. Капал воск на пальцы белым, Путались мысли, тянулись часы. Капал воск, и я смотрела Как утекают последние сны. Нитью дождя и каплями тьмы Растаяла
1. Я делаю шаг - дым. Я прыгаю вниз - лед. Один на один с ним, Я буду смотреть вперед. Я буду молчать вслед. В моей тишине - ты. Мне черный идет цвет
The waiting drove me mad...you're finally here and i'm a mess I take your entrance back...can't let you roam inside my head I don't want to take what
The waiting drove me mad You?re finally here and I?m a mess I take your entrance back Cant let you roam inside my head I don?t want to take what you can
Black velveteen, simple and clean Oh what a bad machine Black velveteen, supple and lean The 21st century dream Ready to please, free from disease She
Deadweight on velveteen It's retained emptiness It's not what it seems Uncover the mystery Tell everyone what you see It's not what it seems Vulgar when
Infants like phantoms, denied and suspected, their existence discovered always when least expected. Prepared for the day, the knight, he just cannot keep
you want show & tell, well the smell of a woman (any woman) merely SUGGESTED BY the stink of me is often sufficient to make me abandon EVERYTHING
Delux, sublime Gigantic for all times and space I wish for you the stars bow down I wish for you their infinite crown In Velveteen, I will surround With
He's a teaser He sees fun and nothing less She was never going to tie him down When he gave her Such a pretty orange dress He was laughing all the...
Mr. John Lee knew about your family You came when I was lonesome In the fairest of the spring But I did not care for your wedding ring But I did care
Deadweight on velveteen It's retained emptiness It's not what it seems Uncover the mystery Tell everyone what you see It's not what it seems Vulgar
The train is so cold tonight My fingers too numb to write But I write to spite the cold And moon, I can see you there You're still hangin' in there
