Вершы: Robert Pollard. Just Say The Word.

Recreate no perfect score
Imagine the table where Im waiting
When I go out there
Just say the word
The one you envision
The one I have heard

The vines and the fiery baboons
Are they not free from the trees?
When I go out there
Just say the word
The one you envision
The one I have heard

The breathing at pace
With running time
The running distance
The peeling sign