All the damned animals of the world | |
are howling inside your head. | |
Eyes wide-open, you’re | |
wrapping in penumbra filled | |
with laughter and moans. | |
Escaping from all sides | |
and leaning over her, asleep. | |
Under the silk veil, | |
they are watching her beating body | |
and following each bitter | |
blue vein, | |
diluting with the paleness | |
of flesh. | |
Under the closed lid, | |
her moving eye seems | |
to wander through glooms | |
like a disturbed compass. | |
The electric fur of ghost | |
animals and the villous feelers are stiffening her limbs, | |
while a wounded orca | |
rattle ’s tearing her throat. | |
Tracked inside her dreams, | |
they are clutching at her flanks. | |
Despite the fervour of her prayers, | |
nobody will push them away, | |
before one of them half-opens | |
the door of her beauty. | |
Nobody will push them away, | |
before one of them creeps | |
in her body. | |
I know your fears and your secrets, | |
I know your tears and your prayers. | |
I know your fears and your secrets, | |
I know your tears and your mysterie |
All the damned animals of the world | |
are howling inside your head. | |
Eyes wideopen, you' re | |
wrapping in penumbra filled | |
with laughter and moans. | |
Escaping from all sides | |
and leaning over her, asleep. | |
Under the silk veil, | |
they are watching her beating body | |
and following each bitter | |
blue vein, | |
diluting with the paleness | |
of flesh. | |
Under the closed lid, | |
her moving eye seems | |
to wander through glooms | |
like a disturbed compass. | |
The electric fur of ghost | |
animals and the villous feelers are stiffening her limbs, | |
while a wounded orca | |
rattle ' s tearing her throat. | |
Tracked inside her dreams, | |
they are clutching at her flanks. | |
Despite the fervour of her prayers, | |
nobody will push them away, | |
before one of them halfopens | |
the door of her beauty. | |
Nobody will push them away, | |
before one of them creeps | |
in her body. | |
I know your fears and your secrets, | |
I know your tears and your prayers. | |
I know your fears and your secrets, | |
I know your tears and your mysterie |
All the damned animals of the world | |
are howling inside your head. | |
Eyes wideopen, you' re | |
wrapping in penumbra filled | |
with laughter and moans. | |
Escaping from all sides | |
and leaning over her, asleep. | |
Under the silk veil, | |
they are watching her beating body | |
and following each bitter | |
blue vein, | |
diluting with the paleness | |
of flesh. | |
Under the closed lid, | |
her moving eye seems | |
to wander through glooms | |
like a disturbed compass. | |
The electric fur of ghost | |
animals and the villous feelers are stiffening her limbs, | |
while a wounded orca | |
rattle ' s tearing her throat. | |
Tracked inside her dreams, | |
they are clutching at her flanks. | |
Despite the fervour of her prayers, | |
nobody will push them away, | |
before one of them halfopens | |
the door of her beauty. | |
Nobody will push them away, | |
before one of them creeps | |
in her body. | |
I know your fears and your secrets, | |
I know your tears and your prayers. | |
I know your fears and your secrets, | |
I know your tears and your mysterie |