| I've come tonight I've come to know the way we are the way we'll go come to measure this the width of the wide abyss I come to you in restless sleep where all your dreams turn bittersweet with voodoo doll philosophies and day-glow holy trinities the crooked raft that leaves the shore ferries drunken souls aboard pilgrims march to Compestela visions of their saint in yellow all follow deep in trance lost in a catatonic dance know no future damn the past blind, warm, ecstatic safe at last... |
