Текст песни Fine Science - Plenty Of The West
Fine Science - Plenty Of The West слова песни
Practicing the pale polemic of a passioned passing soulI watch and wait for footfalls that hold the words you stoleBut for a fleeting instant as you carried me awayI stood, told those who would listen, "I have enough to say."Where in the wounded wounded world would you goIf you had a bred considerance of faulty falling foesThe feeling of a foolish fancy stopped the driving train>From staying tothe open path or wandering awaySteathily providing for a mint and winter snowPacing and complaining about where you have to goStill you ask surrender and provide a pleasing pitchBut still releasing penalties and pointing out to whichPainful and pretending all I ask is that you stayFor seeing how the bundled birch reclines until the dayBe broken stance. The burning bough can offer us a wayTo shout, befall, and broken fast the will will bring a wayWinding down the windy hollow breaking fast a blemish in the pastWhile a play of ends and over beckoning the power hold her fastPleasing all the fallow plunder, every night is sure to watchBlue December marks the dust until wwe wept until the marchStudied plains of indecision as we wither by the streamOf empty wood and hollow embers cast into our fading dream-----------------------------------------------------------------------