Death of a Supernaturalist - текст песни
Death of a Supernaturalist
"My father says there's only one perfect view -
And that's the view of the sky over our heads."
"I expect your father has been reading Dante"
See my solitude
Where once was truth now only doubt
Touch my tortured skin
Torn from within and from without
Kiss my blistered lips
My fingertips
Frost-bitten and grey
Heal my wound within
And watch the dead skin fall away
See what can't be seen
Between the table and the chair
Touch what can't be touched
The National Trust don't own the air
Kiss what can't be kissed
This is the risk we have to take
Heal what can't be healed
And feel the dead skin fall away
Only you and I
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