- cifra
Beat those desperate wings just to maintain
In a glorious blaze of feathers and flames
Ashes from the meat will form a dead beach
But we could scream a Sun to terrify the sea
And turn the dirt to glass and wake the deceased
Our hollow bones line the inside frames
Of stolen BMX bikes, Wake, and then sing
Where there's an end, there must be a beginning
Time likes to watch me struggling
Time likes to watch me struggling
Time likes to watch me
Time likes to watch me
A chrysalis formed for orchids moaning
Begging the Sun to bring the morning
Missing the point, the signs, the warnings
Don't go to sleep
Don't go to sleep
