Song | Passenger Aleph In Name |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Baalstorm, Sing Omega |
Beyond I am | |
Bails out the stars | |
Starting the sound of | |
First the air goes | |
And then the heart | |
So was that Omega point? | |
Just butterfly to the sun | |
Points fingers as the graves awake | |
"The Moon is dead! | |
Long live to the Moon" | |
And Ms. Tricky hides | |
Beside your lying eyes | |
The hotel snuffed in snow | |
In the wrappers | |
The rubble was sugarsweet | |
Smelled of paper eyes | |
And the lovely | |
smoke | |
Of the forests | |
burning | |
in the | |
storms | |
BaalStorm | |
And in the house of mercy | |
On the airline screen pops up in prophecy | |
"Passenger Aleph in Name" | |
So I caught in the worlds | |
Of the starmakers | |
And the fakers of grief | |
And there was no sadness | |
In the tractors broken | |
Over ghost fields | |
On the wall of grace—buffeted by the | |
BaalStorm | |
Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase | |
And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood | |
At frost or fear | |
She was Queen Apollo | |
She was Queen of Gates | |
"Well, the Lamb's Blood's washed me clean" | |
Called me to sing Omega |
Beyond I am | |
Bails out the stars | |
Starting the sound of | |
First the air goes | |
And then the heart | |
So was that Omega point? | |
Just butterfly to the sun | |
Points fingers as the graves awake | |
" The Moon is dead! | |
Long live to the Moon" | |
And Ms. Tricky hides | |
Beside your lying eyes | |
The hotel snuffed in snow | |
In the wrappers | |
The rubble was sugarsweet | |
Smelled of paper eyes | |
And the lovely | |
smoke | |
Of the forests | |
burning | |
in the | |
storms | |
BaalStorm | |
And in the house of mercy | |
On the airline screen pops up in prophecy | |
" Passenger Aleph in Name" | |
So I caught in the worlds | |
Of the starmakers | |
And the fakers of grief | |
And there was no sadness | |
In the tractors broken | |
Over ghost fields | |
On the wall of grace buffeted by the | |
BaalStorm | |
Bowed heads as sinners' turns of phrase | |
And bowed trace mild in the heart of the wood | |
At frost or fear | |
She was Queen Apollo | |
She was Queen of Gates | |
" Well, the Lamb' s Blood' s washed me clean" | |
Called me to sing Omega |