The Spiining Turning of The Summer Earth - текст песни
The Spiining Turning of The Summer Earth
The spinning turning of the summer earth
Has strtched and wound the air
Into a tight blue band around
It's swollen girth
Dizzy and relentless the suffocated streets
Wind on and toil and soils
Gasp their quick and tiny breath
Parched dry tongues scrape over reptile lips
And every word we speak
Steams and crackles in the heat
Lizard still we perch upon the stones
Merging carved and curled this rough
Dry heat unfurls pervades the flash
Marrow that once waxed now wanes the bones
High upon the sky
The one unblinking eye pours down
Its slippery butter , yellow drops
Melting oily fire on our backs
Fingers without touch
Fell for relief
And every move we make
Strains as if about to break
Something has to give
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