Corpus Callosum
Good Morning
The night, she is oldShe walks with a caneShe is tapping it down the side walkIn warning of the dayWith careful, cold fingersShe is collecting her shroudLaid by the milkAt the step of each houseJust the scraps of the gownOf that orange-haired girlWho is courting the DuskHalfway 'round the worldBehind blue-stained hillsThe prisoner waitsHe is rattling the sunLike a ball on a chainHis coat is the skyThe stars are his foodBut he's pursuing a womanWho is pursuing her youthBeds will be stirringAs I turn a key in it's lockThe gambler should have knownLetras de cancionesWhat was won must be lostAn auto-piano playedThis song to the darkAnd the clock, it did weepWhile it pushed us apartLove is a gearThat will turn on its ownDispensing the bottlesTo the ones left aloneWe will bury the bonesOf our hearts one more timeAs we drink to the ghostOf the end of the night
From Letras Mania