Текст (слова) песни: Pale Saints - Language Of Flowers
see me a snapshot narrating my previous life and a mountain of other lies numbers and letters and letters surfacing from a sea of treacle blackened stone(?) and carrying me back home i hear the language of flowers and now i don`t hear anything else voices from nowhere seducing me to all the lyrics(?) of the world the balance has been disturbed time stumbles drunkenly wild lives are frozen(?) until they`re born again ripening in the sun i hear the language of flowers and now i don`t hear anything else i wasn`t cut out for this but my heart was(?) i wasn`t cut out for this
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