Amon Dá¼á¼l II

Riding On A Cloud
Dry your ear Just dry your ear Habakkuk Is coming near Creep no more Oh creep no more Syntelman Is knocking at your door Shut your eyes Oh, shut your eyes All you see Is self-same paradise Take your wings And fall aground Perverted kids Roll into town Over me Look over me Sunk cities Are rising from the sea From Letras Mania