| [00:21.32] |
The horses are asleep, |
| [00:24.70] |
with heavy eyes that close. |
| [00:30.81] |
In dreams they trace the path, |
| [00:34.69] |
by which the river flows. |
| [00:40.98] |
Let spirit now align with the estuary. |
| [00:51.10] |
As Nightfall's open mouth howls out to the sea. |
| [01:01.70] |
It starts when you kick them. |
| [01:06.44] |
Hits the line vertically... |
| [01:11.94] |
Must land on the cymbal. |
| [01:16.71] |
The carriage of her arms breaks free. |
| [01:21.81] |
I douse this brush with petrol from a can. |
| [01:31.93] |
And into the forest where it lit a ram... |
| [01:41.56] |
I'm a man. |
| [01:46.92] |
I'm a man. |
| [01:51.43] |
I'm a man, with a child's heart. |
| [01:57.00] |
|
| [02:12.85] |
The horses are asleep. |
| [02:13.72] |
The stable door will lock. |
| [02:18.16] |
Count the hours you keep on a ballerina clock. |
| [02:28.47] |
Let spirit now align with the current of the breeze. |
| [02:38.41] |
As Nightfall's open mouth howls out through the trees. |
| [02:49.03] |
Its starts with a kick, then, hits the line vertically... |
| [02:58.85] |
Must land on the cymbal. |
| [03:03.91] |
The carriage of her arms breaks free. |
| [03:09.16] |
I douse this brush with petrol from a can. |
| [03:19.04] |
And into the forest with a little ram... |
| [03:28.47] |
I'm a man. |
| [03:33.53] |
I'm a man. |
| [03:38.66] |
I'm a man, with a child's heart. |
