hear Through the mist A bell rings clear But the ring Is just a sound Of your star burn Burning out, out, out On the mountain Way up high There are worms
Preklad: The Flaming Lips. Worm hory.
vistas, swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'neath stars That marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending
vistas Swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'Neath stars that marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending
