Kayo Dot - Spirit Photography
текст песни

The fragile photograph cracked and tortured —
Forgotten in its box in the attic amidst
A ponderous flood of memories
The broken lines on her face

The years that have shuffled on
Through disgust and turmoil
Spiders on the lips of its slow attrition
Knives through eyes that have long since faded

I remember this house like a half-forgotten song
A name on the tip of the tongue
A scar on the tip of the soul
I listen to this demon as it crawls across the floor
Drags itself across the boards and watches me
Every century