The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Civeta Dei lyrics

pick up this doll and watch the girl dream. cups spill what holds, what holds, what holds tommorrow. clenching the fist, raising the brow. as gla** enters the vein. justice shines in her dark eyes. as an amber sky drips a tear upon a sunset. this is seraplis dream. ten crowns drop. parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls. shade this tribulation in pastels silk feelings hurt the river holds the color you describe as love.