Wash

WASH

HARD COMMING DEVILS & HARD COMMING SKY
I CANNOT DENY THE ONE WHO CRYES
HARD COMMING WOMAN & HARD COMMING CRY
IT´S THE GREATEST WASH FROM THE SILVER SKY

BLINDED POETS
OF TEARS ON YOUR CHEEK
KIND OF SLOWING DOWN
THE LOVING I SEEK

THEM BLINDED POETS
ARE MAKING YOU WEAK
FINDING THEM ROADS
TO BREAK UP WITH ME

BLINDED POETS ON TRICKERY ICE
TRICKERY ICES ARE DOUBLE-SIDE FROZED
BLINDED BY THE WHITE OF SLANDERING SNOW
SLANDERING SNOW WAS THE POET OF LIGHT

SOME BLINDED POETS
OF TEARS HAD TO SHOW
WHY THEY WERE POETS
TOO BLINDED TO KNOW

Comments are closed.