Lyrics:
I feel a shiver through the curtain
There's silver tracery on the pane
And all I think I know for certain
Is somehow, some way
The light will
the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's
It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like
gunfire frightens them both,
Habib cries for his father, who tells him
It’s just the drums of a new music,
And the tracery of lights in the sky
he retraces
the blind man sight
Turn me round.
Let me see the tracery
Of the lines upon your face
As I kneel in contemplation
Of your majesty and grace
For the eagle in
to recovery
Live the life of drudgery
Same old shit, housewivery,
Fakery, tracery, misery!
one can succeed against.
Have you seen my childhood?
Time, when I was just myself!
When I had no bounds!
When I really dwelt and felt!
Traceries are
Winterbastard
Nourished With Flesh Of Cold Snowstorm
Black Bestia Being Born By Blizzard
Is Twining A Black Tracery Wreath
With A Freezing Web
tracery
Cause you lit my empty lighter...
And you lit up my empty lighter...
And you lit up my empty lighter...
You lit up my empty lighter
I tell you
glum banks of granite sheer
Thy tracery irony gates and your sparkling
And thy transparent twilight darkling
"The Bronze Horseman
Thou art the guard
into brooks
And tributaries
Writhing traceries of age
Carrying our Shasta
To the sea
Grain by grain
And then
Again
Grain by grain
And then again
I'll find my calm in a purple horizon
Spreading over the stone with bloody tracery
Watch fire in the distance
the breeze
And the cool dew falls upon our feet as we pass.
Come down beside the river and wonder at the mist
Cloaking the tracery of fern and flower. Come by
to recovery
Live the life of drudgery
Same old shit, housewivery, fakery, tracery, misery
and crystalline.
Her songs still hang in the tracery.
Poor son of a bitch, couldn't even fly for the mist....
Color leached out so slow she couldn't remember if
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