Thin White Rope все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

We both know the moonlight's just blue filters on the daylight
But we don't go south anymore cause backroads echo phantom saws

You are my disney girl, too many fingers for your world

We should go in white, top down, see quiet streets in tiny towns
Love in swamp-cooled Bates motels, your tailfin glasses, scarves as well

The whites of this wand are culled from a visit to the valley of the bones
The black staff's carved from tropic wood cut down in summer storms
As hot and cold air rub together, make lightning in the sky
So do these distillates of two dark lands conjoin to endow...

Look through the air, do you see contrails gone from the sky?
Yeah, and you see lovelight reflected from Ed Gein's eye.
Doctors and orderlies weep as new children are born,