Stoned Immaculate Letra

For wasting the dawn.



Back in those days,

Everything was simpler and more confused.

One summer night, going to the pier,

I ran into two young girls.

The blonde was called Freedom,

The dark one, Enterprise.

We talked and they told me this story:



Now listen to this,

I'll tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat.

Soft driven slow and mad,

Like some new language.



Reaching your head

With the cold, sudden fury

Of a divine messenger.

Let me tell you about heartache

And the loss of god.

Wondering, wondering

In hopeless night.

Out here in the perimeter

There are no stars,

Out here we is stoned

Immaculate.