Текст песни:
Crickets rhythmically sing
Their mournful melodies
Of monotone by request
But they fail, they fail to soothe the mess
Hands rhythmically grope
The sheets again for you
And off rhythm the time slows
To make moments eternal, moments eternal
Is this some kind of holy test?
To stitch the trademarks off my chest
To get up, walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread
The moon within it's ball
Washes white the darkened wall
With a milky veil of silk
And I see, I see the spirits lilt
Now I've lost my fear
So I pray that you come near
With a million sparkly lights
And help me, help me through the night
Is this some kind of holy test?
To stitch the trademarks off my chest
To get up, walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread
The milky prints of spirits near
I pray that they have lost their fear
A million wisps of sparky light
Weaving through the walls
Is this some kind of holy test?
To stitch the trademarks off my chest
To get up, walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread
Angeltread, angeltread, angeltread
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