Song | Orb Weavers |
Artist | In Gowan Ring |
Album | Secret Lords |
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[00:20.99] | Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past |
[00:34.50] | the itch on the cheek of a mute mouth clasped |
[00:47.36] | in a twirled looking glass, to go or stay |
[00:53.80] | in course at its own display |
[01:00.28] | a pot, a pan, a cutlery board, |
[01:07.30] | a pepper and black spice tray |
[01:16.97] | Time spooled, unspinning |
[01:23.32] | life scrolls unravel |
[01:29.45] | the telling tale wends bends |
[01:35.65] | and breaks these tomes we travel |
[01:42.35] | over and again we abide |
[01:54.44] | but which side now of the |
[01:58.32] | looking-glass facade am I |
[03:15.83] | Memories haunt like diamonds |
[03:22.30] | reminiscence swirls as smoke |
[03:28.88] | nettles in the morning |
[03:34.67] | at night steeped straw of oat |
[03:41.52] | petals of jasmine, anemones |
[03:47.58] | in a water bowl afloat |
[03:54.50] | how grace arranged the chance array |
[04:00.70] | come eventide's shifting glow |
[04:10.40] | Bend and stretch, swing and sway |
[04:16.26] | I am as a snake in your hands |
[04:21.57] | wading lose as oars of two creaky boats |
[04:27.66] | that play patterns with silt on the sand |
[04:35.40] | black coruscation, loam liquid beads |
[04:40.53] | the Orb Weavers spin the length of their wheels… |
[00:20.99] | Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past |
[00:34.50] | the itch on the cheek of a mute mouth clasped |
[00:47.36] | in a twirled looking glass, to go or stay |
[00:53.80] | in course at its own display |
[01:00.28] | a pot, a pan, a cutlery board, |
[01:07.30] | a pepper and black spice tray |
[01:16.97] | Time spooled, unspinning |
[01:23.32] | life scrolls unravel |
[01:29.45] | the telling tale wends bends |
[01:35.65] | and breaks these tomes we travel |
[01:42.35] | over and again we abide |
[01:54.44] | but which side now of the |
[01:58.32] | lookingglass facade am I |
[03:15.83] | Memories haunt like diamonds |
[03:22.30] | reminiscence swirls as smoke |
[03:28.88] | nettles in the morning |
[03:34.67] | at night steeped straw of oat |
[03:41.52] | petals of jasmine, anemones |
[03:47.58] | in a water bowl afloat |
[03:54.50] | how grace arranged the chance array |
[04:00.70] | come eventide' s shifting glow |
[04:10.40] | Bend and stretch, swing and sway |
[04:16.26] | I am as a snake in your hands |
[04:21.57] | wading lose as oars of two creaky boats |
[04:27.66] | that play patterns with silt on the sand |
[04:35.40] | black coruscation, loam liquid beads |
[04:40.53] | the Orb Weavers spin the length of their wheels |
[00:20.99] | Once upon the moment of beauty laid long past |
[00:34.50] | the itch on the cheek of a mute mouth clasped |
[00:47.36] | in a twirled looking glass, to go or stay |
[00:53.80] | in course at its own display |
[01:00.28] | a pot, a pan, a cutlery board, |
[01:07.30] | a pepper and black spice tray |
[01:16.97] | Time spooled, unspinning |
[01:23.32] | life scrolls unravel |
[01:29.45] | the telling tale wends bends |
[01:35.65] | and breaks these tomes we travel |
[01:42.35] | over and again we abide |
[01:54.44] | but which side now of the |
[01:58.32] | lookingglass facade am I |
[03:15.83] | Memories haunt like diamonds |
[03:22.30] | reminiscence swirls as smoke |
[03:28.88] | nettles in the morning |
[03:34.67] | at night steeped straw of oat |
[03:41.52] | petals of jasmine, anemones |
[03:47.58] | in a water bowl afloat |
[03:54.50] | how grace arranged the chance array |
[04:00.70] | come eventide' s shifting glow |
[04:10.40] | Bend and stretch, swing and sway |
[04:16.26] | I am as a snake in your hands |
[04:21.57] | wading lose as oars of two creaky boats |
[04:27.66] | that play patterns with silt on the sand |
[04:35.40] | black coruscation, loam liquid beads |
[04:40.53] | the Orb Weavers spin the length of their wheels |