歌词
and with water you filled to the brim
gently the vigour came you're seeking
solemn ritual thing is your favouite
with confession I hate it
rooks like thousand knots
they're gently cast up into the air
I am wandering and will be there
I don't think you really care
why it's spinning in my head
and if you're keeping on it'll be omitted
stuck and helpless in the window-pane
fluttering from side to side with only damn
a feeling of queer things
what a pity for him
enjoying his little chance to a rising steam
struggling an oncoming doom
gonna face it
by the way have you cared
why you're still standing here and laugh
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