Текст песни The Moment - Anne Clark
Late
april
Late
evening
Powder
blue
sky
Cools
and
fades
To
a
neutral
tone
of
grey
No
hue
No
reflections
Silhouettes
- Skeletons
of
steel
Take
shape
On
the
horizon
Iron
takes
the
places
of
air
Each
breath
tasting
bitter
warm
Like
blood
Night
descending
In
phosphorous
little
drops
Into
my
eyes
Sharper
than
the
moment
My
stomach
tightens
As
in
accelerating
cars
Or
at
the
certainty
of
sex
And
doesn't
pass
This
is
where
the
day
has
led
me
This
is
as
far
as
I
have
come
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