Тексты песен Peter Murphy

Gone to sound Your vision' thirst On a parted road To wanderlust The means to magic You've still to find Fake Sparkle Or Golden Dust? More or less I've told the score More or less I've told the score

Fire burning in a hill The lines are rocky rough Red angels wait to pick remains The cindered shoulder Of confused men Seperate from their awe With grey desire He looks out mad His soft grey indigo ey

Looked like a blue eyes lonely boy Hair skating to the ground Read the air between the words From a kingdom he was bound In loving he gave all he could know All lips lick like a wave And the blue eyed