Текст песни Smog - Distance
Smog - Distance слова песни
The curtain slaps in the windA human sound of fleshy fleshLittle fists pummel absentlyTo birth the spirit in the roomThe wind it seems to lickThe wind it seems to suckThe wind is a great big womanThat makes the hair on the back of my neck stand upMy body seems to be lacking somethingI remember the tasteThat on a night like thisWa sonly ever shed in hasteAll these moments have passed through meI have turned them all to wasteThere are women on the streetThey shine before me like teeth in a mineAnd their are voices on the streetOne of them is mineIf I watched from a high hidden windowId hear myself sayOh I cant make it outIm too far awayBut the conversation is like the beatingTaken in a dreamWhere no real blows are landedThe only harm is in memoryAll these women have passed through meI have turned them all to waste