Today get your cinnamon and praytoday get your cinnamon and pray for the beauty of our land and for the secrets, for the moments that we use to shareleather's covers, broken glasses, playing music andrain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust...Spinning around, swimming, jumpingin a world of sounds...you are always in my favourite dreamslovely, tender and proudyou may be...running around searching, looking for something to find while i'm still here waiting for youdo you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?Today there is nothing left to saytoday there is nothing left to saywe all know thatjust a word can break as into piecesso as we cannot forgetBlack and white photographs, dirty clothes, two guitarsdirty clothes, two guitars...
Black and white photographs
Today get your cinnamon and praytoday get your cinnamon and pray for the beauty of our land and for the secrets, for the moments that we use to shareleather's covers, broken glasses, playing music andrain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust...Spinning around, swimming, jumpingin a world of sounds...you are always in my favourite dreamslovely, tender and proudyou may be...running around searching, looking for something to find while i'm still here waiting for youdo you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?Today there is nothing left to saytoday there is nothing left to saywe all know thatjust a word can break as into piecesso as we cannot forgetBlack and white photographs, dirty clothes, two guitarsdirty clothes, two guitars...