It has slow
Because winter enters
To go
Into the refreshing pain
To electric signs
For evil eyes
That is what you find
As the sleep
Falls into the holy land
Was it shellfish once
They laughed
They painted people purple
But it was shrill
As cold.
Because winter enters
To go
Into the refreshing pain
To electric signs
For evil eyes
That is what you find
As the sleep
Falls into the holy land
Was it shellfish once
They laughed
They painted people purple
But it was shrill
As cold.