On the old roses
Of the bedspread
I can hear the things
From here.
Outside, mankind
Is exploding
Without even a cause
For nothing.
Lace,
On a linen thread
Lace,
Nothing holds us back
Just balancing
Like the fragile stitches
Of lace.
In the same pose,
Children's pose,
With closed eyelids
Singing
Tu tu tu tu...
Lace,
On a linen thread
Lace,
Nothing holds us back
Just balancing
Like the fragile stitches
Of lace.
Lace,
On a linen thread
Lace,
Nothing holds us back
Just balancing
Like the fragile stitches
Of lace.