Тексты песен These New Puritans

Some of trees have been growing for years The leaves on floor must be five meters deep The paths are a Labyrinth or even a trap Some tides don`t turn some things never come back Secret recording were

Frames of colour litter the bracken, regal and strange. Through the broken plastic a canal; The platform heaves like a human body, divide by two. 'X' marks the spot or it sometimes means 'No' Frames o