Stiltskin - Inside

1994, альбом "The Mind's Eye" Swing low in dark glass hour you turn to cower see it turn to dust move on a stone dark night we take to flight snowfall turns to rust seam in a fusing mine like a nursing rhyme fat man starts to fall year in a hostile place I hear your face start to call and If you think that I've been loosing my way that's because I'm slightly blinded If you think that I don't make to much sense, that's because I'm broken minded But don't keep it... INSIDE if you believe it don't keep it all inside strong words in a ganges sky I have to lie shadows moves in pairs Ring out from a bursied postcard in the shooting yard looking through the tears out of the black slate time we move in line but never reach an end fall in a long stray town as the ice comes down rivers start to bend CHORUS