Lyrics
no root to love, the bright armed day,
dumbed, under dusky rain blows.....
no root to love, just me, swallowed by a mornings death,
no root to love, the bright armed day....
dies slowly as i do...
to persist against the grease-pan sky,
in legendary purples, that pour in me too,
and taut like the ring worn wife,
with......
mascera trails from weeping nothings, for no one, come crashing, came crashing....
as swells tongue fleshed came crashing...
as swells came crashing, ill afford in me too, the softer cell to punch myself out from.
I am forever.
broken glass.
walking shadows.
Demand of me nohing, tonight.
I am still a child in the rain.
I am still a child of the rain.
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