The Spell Songtext
von MoodMan
The Spell Songtext
Let the word take the form
Of pebble, smile, leaf
Cloud, an animal
With warm wet breath
A warm heart′s nub
I hold
So persistently
Is not the foundation as these always are dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
We only are a handful of sand
In the hourglass's broad hips
Of pebble, smile, leaf
Cloud, an animal
With warm wet breath
A warm heart′s nub
I hold
So persistently
Is not the foundation as these always are dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
We only are a handful of sand
In the hourglass's broad hips
Writer(s): Jan Mazurek, Maciej Dziamski, Paweł Korbacz, Witold Rolnik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
