There, from the seventeenth night to the twenty second we have been there
You untied the elongated cold of the ornaments
You untied the elongated cold of the ornaments
Me, I was in a huff where I didn't seem like me
Fiftieth night, I pushed the blood and the faith
Fiftieth night, I pushed the blood and the faith
I want it open, so cut it open
Cut it open so you could see through it
And now I'm lace-like for the rain to come through
I believe
the numbers are against the oblivion
And I already hated
the rueful fifty third night
Fifty second night, you seemed so threatened
Greedy winds came dispersedly
Greedy winds came dispersedly
Thirtieth, your pure darkness is your revenge
In the early morning the horizon is tilted
In the early morning the horizon is tilted
You want it open, so I cut it open
Cut it open for you to see through me
And now I'm lace-like for the rain come through
I believe
the numbers are against the oblivion
And I already hated
the rueful fifty third night