Depressive Age - Hut Lyrics
You're breath means leave takingcause the cancer is marchingMy bird dies with lost wingsWounds will heal, but the scares will remainIn this hut where the childhood lives are thetales of the moist future eyesYour warm whispers in water drops count thesymbols for the blue timesProud walks our landlordwith his magpie in our yardWhat will become of himMother's tales let his evil symbols rainIn this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyesYour warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue timesLamps break the chill of this nightIn nooks of my sightCalm in the smell of your clothesYour shoes have no more walk with youBurn,hut, burn forever!Pearls for magpies and love to ashes!In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyesYour warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue timesFuture is the multifaceFuture is the short gold trace,the coincidence-machineand the all-answer screen
