Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - A Passion Play Edit No. 8
Cold is my touch (freezing). Given this command to watch o`er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you`re here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye. rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name / I am the overseer / over you.
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