Вершы: Mountain Goats, The. Alagemo.

the new rose floating on water in the old plain bowl

the white clouds on night sky

they way they just roll on by made me think of you

and the religious cult of flesh disillusion you've committed yourself to

alagemo, alagemo



the night crawlers poking their little slimy heads through the dirt

made me think of you again

made me think of you a third time

i don't know where you've gone

but i hear your voice droning on

alagemo, alagemo