Track byThot
Blue and green are melting down in a seed Sunshine makes you dream Sunshine makes you beg For the rain Heavy ethereal noise will make you Shine above the fields Shine above my skin Oh my little seed, don't you dream yet? These walls will feed us now These walls can help us now to ride Blind horses and mute windmills. Oh my little stems Please make me feel Stronger than these clouds Sinking in the sky I m looking for a book, A tale where I can smell The stories from the tears We used to plant In a apple tree Standing on the road Among vacant hills Among cloudy walls The man has come to me He wants to share the noise Can I sell to him The secret from the wind? The secret from your bones Burning in the sap I carry in my lungs Please gather the words Leaking from my leaves Leaking forever But blind horses and mute windmills