There have been stories youˇd written
In blue-colored pencils and tar
World is a comedy playing
With no actors set to appear
And the day falls on a Thursday
Keep play on tragic and dismay
There have been letters whoˇs written
On violet thin paper to you
Of all your memories sheˇd reckoned
Make up the words to sonnets
And the day falls on a Thursday
Keep play on tragic and dismay of human way
You always had to believe looking glass and the existence
When the nights came around
Fake pearls spilled out of your palm
Then you weep for the distance and the substance
Or something on your throat
- 专辑:A Golden Wheel
- 歌手:Predawn
- 歌曲:JPS