Testo The Nothing - Freelance Whales
Testo della canzone The Nothing (Freelance Whales), tratta dall'album Diluvia
The nothing came in little droves
The darkness sewn in folded cloth
The term they cast
The offering we made to Jove
Was not enough to keep him off the horizon
The nothing came in little droves
The darkness sewn in folded cloth
The term they cast
The offering we made to Jove
Was not enough to keep him off the horizon
When all the bridges wave and flex
With bending, pitching fractals woven
All your friends will call to us
They're floating overhead
Give us a pulse
Feel us with sound and pulse
Let the honeybees from hell
And glow into a meat inside the lion's head
And delicate species will meld
To pirouette into a bashful with the dead
When all the bridges wave and flex
With bending, pitching fractals woven
All your friends will call to us
It's floating overhead
And when the sonic waves are shot
From cannons on a flatbed truck
The atmosphere will shake and shout
It's cracking overhead
Give us a pulse
Feel us with sound and pulse
The gray stars
Deep blue
Freeze up
You were the old
Credits
Writer(s): Judah Dadone, Charles Criss, Nicole Mourelatos, Kevin Joseph Read, Jacob Stuart Hyman
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