Pale Saints Language Of Flowers текст песни, слова песни Language Of Flowers Pale Saints
Pale Saints - Language Of Flowers
narrating my previous life
and a mountain of other lies
numbers and letters and letters
surfacing from a sea of
treacle blackened stone(?)
and carrying me back home
i hear the language of flowers
and now i don't hear anything else
voices from nowhere seducing me
to all the lyrics(?) of the world
the balance has been disturbed
time stumbles drunkenly
wild lives are frozen(?)
until they're born again
ripening in the sun
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