Из альбома: Welcome to the Western Lodge

Three dancers on the ceiling
One red one black
One reeling that she was just

An also ran
And she's never coming back down

It's my forked tongue that kisses you
All us devils misses you
Let the fire quiet you
Let the choir carry you home

It is you who sings the lonely song
That fills my hand
I drive along
Into the heart of dawn

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