Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float

Whispering...
Morning, keep the streets empty for me...

I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself

@музыка: Fever Ray – Keep The Streets Empty For Me

@темы: песни