Текст песни Oysterhead - Little Faces
Oysterhead - Little Faces слова песни
In the dawnWhen my toes are coldThey spread their little trinkets on the groundIn the hallBy the closet doorThey creep into my bed without a soundOn a cubeIn a plastic eggA hundred fabric figures in a pileSee them marchToward me in a lineAnd dance across the floor in a single fileLittle faces keep no track of timeLittle faces speaking out in rhymeLittle faces smiling in my mindTiny doorsFor walking throughWhile sticky fingers clutch forbidden thingsAnd the phoneFor talking throughThey often pull the cable when it ringsSinking shipsOn a foamy seaThat roll and tumble slowly from the motion of their filthyLittle handsTheir little handsLittle faces keep no track of timeLittle faces speaking out in rhymeLittle faces smiling in my mindIn the darkWhen their eyes are wideThey listen to the secrets that I tellIn a ballOn their tiny bedsOr beneath them where the shadow people dwellAnd the moonBeams that split the nightLeave bars of yellow pasted on their facesAs they drift into a dreamIn a dreamLittle faces keep no track of timeLittle faces speaking out in rhymeLittle faces smiling in my mind