Текст песни Wax Cylinder Sonata (Deluxe Edition) - Dirt Poor Robins
Maybe
these
paperbacks
are
cages
With
secrets
bound
beneath
the
pages?
Between
the
lines
the
truth
lies
in
the
spaces
The
gentle
winding
of
a
clock
and
Automatons
have
started
walkin'
Now
from
beyond
a
metal
army
marches
on
A
phoenix
smolders
in
my
head
What
if
the
dead
are
never
truly
dead
A
camera
for
her
eyes
This
timepiece
for
her
mind
These
heirlooms
forsaken
Reclaimed
and
made
into
my
grand
device
With
a
wax
cylinder
sonata
for
a
voice
Illuminate
my
way
with
bricks
of
yellow
A
painted
road
to
follow
fallen
hallows
And
through
the
forest
haunted
I
sojourn
forward
dauntless
for
I
know,
I've
no
place
like
a
home
Though
this
could
be
my
magnum
opus
My
labor
must
remain
unnoticed
Swift
as
a
ghost
and
blurred
out
from
their
focus
A
camera
for
her
eyes
This
timepiece
for
her
mind
These
heirlooms
forsaken
Reclaimed
and
made
into
my
grand
device
With
a
wax
cylinder
sonata
for
a
voice
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