Mode Moderne - Les Neuf Soeurs Lyrics
Those thoughts did come to melike passing through a dreambirds travel gracefully, gifts from a foreign seapleasures from other landspictures from distant sandsit never came to be, she never came to mebehold! the moderne manwith his untutored mindwhile clothe him in the front, leaves barren his behindi dont want to live that wayi dont want to live that lifei cannot live that way, id rather dielove speaks to me in so many wayswhile life travels through me in waves