4 acessos
Peace.
The ward he offers me a pack of cigarettes.
They aren'this, and yet i feel it coming
On -a sense of welling grief.
Andthough they 're serving samovar,
Somehow i'd rather be up in
An airplane above the archipelago.
I stuttered in my armour
In an airplane above the archipelago.
I could see where you
Grew up, and the murderer in me.
Please.
The blanket and thesheets,
The leaves the gardner rakes are articles of faith.
Thecompany believes i'm running
Derelict around these foreignstreets.
The colonel knows i want to crack his head for
Taking me up in an airplane above the archipelago.
I stutteredin my armour in an airplane above the archipelago.
Now i seewhere you grew up,
And the murderer in me.
They said therewas an ice age forty thousand years ago.
Incidents of roadrage warring on the streets below.