Visitations Songtext
von Jack Cheshire

Oh my revolver, oh my special one
I′ve been waiting in the clearing
Where eyes are open, the supernatural light
Makes you shiver, makes you shiver


The air is ripe here with possibilities
Skipping lightly in the eerie breeze
What's the name for this sense that comes and goes
As it pleases, as it pleases?

Visitations come from nothing
And I try to fan the flames

It′s only passing, it's only passing
Sooner or later, like a whisper
As it's dissolving, serpentine melodies
Won′t remember, you won′t remember

Visitations come from nothing
And I try to fan the flames