Lyrics
My lonely house
Filled with the smell
Of early falling leaves
Sound of passing
Bird's wings
Travelling
Over the town tonight
I'm out
For a sleep
This night
For a sleep
This night
I dream of a skin
Like photos
On the southern storm
Wind is throwing
Naked
Like branches
Into the window
Branches
Into the window
Into the window
I'm out
For a sleep
This night
I'm out
For a sleep
This night
I dig down
Behind a carpet
I've seen the light
In black white nudes
A cinema
Things you are not
A carapace
Things you are not
A carapace
Things you are not
A carapace
Things you are not
