motorama - She Is There - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sick and poor he runs through everglade face is covered with grey dirt color of his clothes bengal lights illuminate his way fiasco for the daytime triumph for the night who is there with black feathers in white hands her perfume is filling up his head weight and depth only weight and depth bottomless depth and in the safety of her bed in the nameless place you know she is there