Song | Missa Atropos |
Artist | Gazpacho |
Album | Missa Atropos |
Eggshell dome | |
With the greenest grass | |
Here inside | |
The seat of power | |
Can’t get out of here | |
As its drawing near | |
You can’t love a stranger | |
As the early warning awaits you | |
Transform the morning light | |
There’s something on the dirty red horizon | |
Can’t be erased | |
You can’t believe it | |
You go on | |
Inventing | |
You spit out words | |
Like you mean them | |
You’ve never believed it | |
You go on draining the fountain | |
You’ve wasted so long and | |
Now she’s a stain across the sky | |
The water is climbing | |
In here is only me | |
The road is turning | |
Her eyes are glazed and green | |
Your life was silver ribboned | |
And your love was like a shroud | |
The world is full of answers | |
Can you forget somehow? | |
It was clothes without a person inside | |
Just flesh and bone with a diamond ring | |
A machine with a set of keys | |
And the dome where I keep my dream | |
Wasn’t meant for you to ever see | |
So I trusted the queen of spades | |
And lost it all, lost it all indeed |
Eggshell dome | |
With the greenest grass | |
Here inside | |
The seat of power | |
Can' t get out of here | |
As its drawing near | |
You can' t love a stranger | |
As the early warning awaits you | |
Transform the morning light | |
There' s something on the dirty red horizon | |
Can' t be erased | |
You can' t believe it | |
You go on | |
Inventing | |
You spit out words | |
Like you mean them | |
You' ve never believed it | |
You go on draining the fountain | |
You' ve wasted so long and | |
Now she' s a stain across the sky | |
The water is climbing | |
In here is only me | |
The road is turning | |
Her eyes are glazed and green | |
Your life was silver ribboned | |
And your love was like a shroud | |
The world is full of answers | |
Can you forget somehow? | |
It was clothes without a person inside | |
Just flesh and bone with a diamond ring | |
A machine with a set of keys | |
And the dome where I keep my dream | |
Wasn' t meant for you to ever see | |
So I trusted the queen of spades | |
And lost it all, lost it all indeed |