Вершы: Terence Trent Darby. Amoeba.

Defrosting leaves me quite vulnerable

Amoeba

A requiem for fading fireflies
That float around a dying flame
The changing form of all my certainties
The shape of Grace is undulating

Amoeba

The finger roll of fates mood indigo
OM shekinah candle burns

Mercy me and my psychology
'Here' is not where it used to be

Amoeba

Defrosting leaves me quite vulnerable