't matter If you can't dance to this it doesn't matter I was running around with my head in the sand Looking for pupil in a new fan She told me before
I reach and cease to breathe the diamond steals my breath to beauty enhance, and she lives all over you. Watching, waiting, knowing. The queen of the universe
waves were dead The tides were in their grave And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need Of aid from them She was the universe
Flowing out into the ocean Drifting south until the universe is lost in white It's a lonely ride the river Flowing out into the ocean Drifting south until the universe
was void The populous and the powerful was a lump Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless, A lump of death ? a chaos of hard clay The rivers lakes, and ocean
up But brother when she smiles She light the whole place up She was covered from the waist up In a past L-pace scard (?????) She's soft Admires with
to the other and eat his burnt harvest play in the fields of burnt carcass. Regardless, remember where the start is. Who bore messiahs before men created martyrs She was
doesn't matter If you can't dance to this it doesn't matter I was running around with my head in the sand Looking for pupil in a new fan She told me
riding the bike she said its like cycling in curcle with your eyes closed no hands blind fath is what she called it man said lifes an ocean with a lot
It is not for us to resolve things that are not of this world A world with God would be even more disturbing than a universe without him For if He tolerates
turban I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon! I'm a virgin who makes exceptions
] [Outro: Warcloud] Jill got her feet cut off while she slept Eighty eight black birds on a telephone wire One peacock at the top That was the house
Chorus:] And all the oceans in the universe won`t be enough to put out the holy fiery Prometheus` sacrifice. Hate your chimerical hopes! Let be holy your souls! She
: Warcloud] Jill got her feet cut off while she slept Eighty eight black birds on a telephone wire One peacock at the top That was the house that Jack
