Текст песни The Divine Comedy - Bleak Landscape
The Divine Comedy - Bleak Landscape слова песни
I cannot reconcile myself to this—I wish I could!I cannot live the life I ought to live—I know I should!I cannot bring myself to pray,Except to wish these words awayThey echo round my headBut soon they will escapeAcross the bleak landscape There is a tree that grows out of this earthIt stands aloneThere is a wind that shaped it from its birthBy whom the seed was sownI cannot bring myself to singIt is a wild, untethered thingThat echoes round my headBut soon it will escapeAcross the bleak landscape I cannot bring myself to... speakExcept to wish myself asleepEvery word unutteredOnly serves to clutter up my headWhen I go to bedI dream thatSoon I will escapeAcross the bleak landscape And soon we shall escapeAcross our very own bleak landscape