christian death - silent thunder lyrics
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my bed is the garden where voices all meet
hands skim through the water beneath my pillow
stones like rain wash away the hours
the hands on my clock, s-x, wilted flowers
silent thunder pries me to sleep
falling the edge so steep
and if my eyes shy from the morning
my lips will taste of unripened fruit
words without a language call from the past
the future was the day before the last
silent thunder pries me to sleep
falling the edge so steep
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