Вершы: Pete Townshend. White City: A Novel. Come To Mama.

Pride is like a bandage
He is wrapped in a warm cocoon
His pride is like Heroin
He is back inside the womb
His pride is like an Ocean
Encircled by a reef
His pride's an hypnotic potion
His memory is a leaf

Her pride is like an armour
Flaming ring of fire
Her pride is like a blindness
An ever tightening wire
Her pride is like a razor
A Surgeon's purging knife
Her pride is like a censor
She's slashed out half her life