Текст песни The Church - Destination, слова песни The Church

Текст песни The Church - Destination

The Church - Destination слова песни

Our instruments have no way of measuring this feelingCan never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling.In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered,But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered.Draconian winter unforetold.One solar day, suddenly you`re old.Your little envelope just makes me cold,Makes destination start to unfold.Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing.Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening.In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming.Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning.Destination, destination.It`s not a religion, it`s just a technique.It`s just a way of making you speak.Distance and speed have left us too weak,And destination looks kind of bleak.Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated.I tell you it`s the only way we`ll get this road completed.In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers.Just one caress, you`re powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers.Destination, destination.

Другие песни The Church:

The Church - Gypsy Stomp
17 дней назад 658 (не задано)

The Church - Hiroshima Mon Amour
11 дней назад 614 (не задано)

The Church - Hotel Womb
6 дней назад 693 (не задано)

The Church - Hunter
день назад 917 (не задано)

The Church - I Am A Rock
17 дней назад 535 (не задано)

The Church

Destination

Текст песни The Church - Destination

Другие песни The Church:

Похожие артисты: