Wednesday, May 19, 2010

sweet nothings (whisper)














I will rise now And go about the city In the street's broadways I seek Him whom my soul loveth Went over the sea What did I find A thousand crystal towers A hundred emerald citiesAnd the hand of the watchmanIn the night skyPoints to my belovedA knight in crystal armour And I tried to hold him I tried for the creed I'll make a suit of colours To stop the blinding mirrors Sew a cape of red and gold Stifled up the beam With the perfect armour With a perfect dream To be made of glass When two suns are shining The battle becomes blinding To be made of glass But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride And with two suns spinning At two different speeds Was born a hot, white diamond Burning through the rainbow Flames fell into orbit To hold eternally Two heavenly spirits That just wouldn't seem To be made of glass When two suns are shining The battle becomes blinding To be made of glass But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride.
Bat for Lashes- Glass.
















2 comments:

Peach said...

fascination with the art behind smoking perhaps?

anechka said...

haha loving the little girl smoking.and the circle of cards.