Lover, can't you find peace, no?
Oh what you do that you can't explain
Don't make the sin, no violins
Don't touch a thing
Bring a broken wing
Downwards softly
Unchain the wheels
And arrange the room as it feels
Ask yourself, do you feel as I feel
The birds
Intrinsic and aloft
Eclipsed the words
Carved the way down
Carved the way down
Carved the way down
Desperate means to a desperate end
My life under
And the reins of discontent
My life on
The devil's left arm
I'll take to the west, take to the plains
And the condors and the rarity of the rains
Truth above, I'm not the same
Don't stop
Treading on
Haricots
Don't stop
Treading on
Haricots
Treading on... Haricots
[Reader Rabbit chat]