Lletres:
Circle Of Dust Bed Of Nails

Dancing with Medusa I have taken flight Bed of nails my comfort Blindness for my sight

salvation They wash the clawed feet of a priest Ritual mockery rectified doubt I'm holding with arms open wide Sleeping endless sleep on a bed of nails

met I began to lose you too Both of us circling round the moon the both or us circling round the moon both of us circling round the moon Large World Turning