Lanterns in the frozen air,

We all rang those bells


And the notes were shining,

As they rose and fell

And such a horizon

Or was it just a field?

Was she left in shambles?

Was she spinning wheels?



Your separated arm, you separate

This noose will leave some marks

You separate



You are fine, but you separate the rocket from the reeds

You, you're fine but you separate the splinter



This is fantasy

Strike and ring out the bells

Super 8 hung the notes sung flat with farewell

Locked inside

Locked inside

Locked inside

Locked inside



Embrasser il a ferme

Embrasser il a ferme



You are fine, but you separate the rocket from the reeds.

You, you're fine but you separate the splinter.

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