depressive age
subway tree
Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways They show me the right path into your home, in the city's depth Down here are the villages of hope for the artists Their caves, wich the trains never can reach, so I go by foot Rainbows in the sewer rising just like me I'll live in the hollows near you to plant our subway tree Stumbling in your foot step traces only I alone have the might to reaad your black flags, to know where to go Targets 'round your brests and 'round your belly button Tatooed like myself at the same points. It's the same motif You shoot me your views under my skin through my circles Radio, I received things that I missed, Is this higher love? Suck me through the sewer, in my heart your key I'll live in the hollows near you to plant our subway tree Stumbling in your foot step traces, only I alone have the might to read your black flags, to know where to go Give me your higher love and receive my higher love! Gypsies cross my way, they say: "Join our Cave Bells Cult then we will save your body's health" No my direction is soul My cure is when I come to my deepest love Suck me through the sewer, in my heart your key I will be the only brightness for you and our tree Stumbling in your foot step traces, only I alone have the might to read your black flags, to know where to go