Inspiral Carpets
Boomerang
On a lonely street, on a rainy nightYou'd belong to me, not to yourself or somebody elseAnd love is a train that never stopsAnd all of the stations are parts of the crossSurrender of your lips, the torture of your kissNo sweeter sacrifice could open up your eyesWhen the land of milk and honey ran dryEvery shooter's chasing every shadowAnd at my back I always hearTime's winged chariot hurrying nearAnd at my back I always hear
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