Вступление
[Verse 1]
Be quiet.
Sit and watch the trees.
Oh, they’re coming in great armies—
Even keel, what an odd belief!
Sunday silences are all too brief,
duty’s backbone in high relief
and I’ve been taking shadows-------for the night again
[Break]
[Verse 2]
but this
is a holy place
crusted over with a thousand names.
Even keel, what an odd desire!
Man of straw baled with chicken wire,
lean in closer, the world’s on fire
and you’ve been taking puddles for the sea again.
[Outro]
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[Fade Out]