FOTN - The Tower (Alte Musik U.K.)
tHE TOWER
...Hide away from the raging Sun/Son, You Hide your love from the FIRE BEYOND...
...And IT cries like a choir in A MANTRA STATE/in her mind to stay
It's "Sister hold now, hold now, hold your head
Dream a cloud put out the fire which is your bed!"
She then danced through the kitchen through THE FORCE BELOW
And it cries "How fun! But oh so slow..."
Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred
Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred
She's never been quite as cut by life before,
Never been cut by way of life before
Hide away from the raging sun,
You hide your love from the fire beyond..."
...Hide away from the raging Sun/Son, You Hide your love from the FIRE BEYOND...
...And IT cries like a choir in A MANTRA STATE/in her mind to stay
It's "Sister hold now, hold now, hold your head
Dream a cloud put out the fire which is your bed!"
She then danced through the kitchen through THE FORCE BELOW
And it cries "How fun! But oh so slow..."
Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred
Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred
She's never been quite as cut by life before,
Never been cut by way of life before
Hide away from the raging sun,
You hide your love from the fire beyond..."
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