Forward, Russia!
Eleven
Quit making faces at the one I loveThese errant tightropes that you're thinking ofCan't be undone the instant that they're setAbove this scorched and torrid hallowed groundOr so they sayIn the citySo they sayIn the seaSet your watchRound the cornerWhile they bleedI heard a rumour that you lost your jobWas it just hearsay or of factual ground?This tightrope's set now there's no going backTo Sepiata and the Plastic Surgeons withPineapple conesBleaching your bonesPineapple conesBleaching your bonesPineapple cones...They came on the crest of a waveThe cusp of equinox todayLetras de cancionesBut they'll surely goThis pillar of sleep orbitedBy thousands of delicate thoughtsThat will surely goThese satellites fleeced at the doorComprised of the reason of yearsThat will surely goAs life flashes fitfully downThis spirit so fitfully drownsA signal is sent from the coreTo bring all the satellites homeA quart of the wayA quart of the ghost still remainsTsunami that rip at the skinAnonymous wrenches of blameA great tidal waveOver the house on the hillThe snakes are all burden with leadPlumbum dementia for themJust don't forget.
From Letras Mania