While he sits and stares At girls he cant explain Oh here she comes On 10 white horses Made of string and clay The flowers in his fingers Wilt away His wise old lover said That lies do not deceive So when she sleeps I leave her bed And hurry home instead My soul is on a string Tied to your chair And why is it I pray To Gods that always fail To drag that girl Back through my window And undress my face And smile at me while I put on my chains Oh oh oh
Panache Although the overall idea is a bit incoherent but this stuff hits deep into the conscience. It's the last song I want to listen to before I die.
Amazing
While he sits and stares
At girls he cant explain
Oh here she comes
On 10 white horses
Made of string and clay
The flowers in his fingers
Wilt away
His wise old lover said
That lies do not deceive
So when she sleeps
I leave her bed
And hurry home instead
My soul is on a string
Tied to your chair
And why is it I pray
To Gods that always fail
To drag that girl
Back through my window
And undress my face
And smile at me while
I put on my chains
Oh oh oh
Panache Although the overall idea is a bit incoherent but this stuff hits deep into the conscience. It's the last song I want to listen to before I die.
isn't it " flowers in his fingers SLIP AWAY" or am I deaf?
I like to euphorically dance to this
The songwriting on this is absolutely brilliant. It would be cool if somebody could post the songwriting credits
Wow 🤩
Good stuff