Daniel Tompkins feat. Plini - Wounded Wings
текст песни

Far away, high above
We're spiralling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me

But soft I see, what dark through hearts is breaking now?
Arise and kill the sun and moon and stars
The prophet never sings without the promises
She testifies to wash her hands of ours
Far away

Far away, high above
We're spiralling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me

Oh mother night let down your wings
Surround me in your warm invite
Take my hand, release your breath
Beneath my covers softly you forget
Why won't you, why won't you forget?

Far away, high above
We're spiralling away and black the sun
With vicious circles in spite of me
In spite of me