Текст песни Sweep - Blue Foundation
The
floor
you
walk
on
is
smooth.
There
is
no
ground
there.
Magic
begins
with
blood.
Outside,
there
are
trees,
With
concrete
under
their
roots.
But
I
have
passed
the
tombs
of
kings,
Regaled
them
with
pacing,
checked
bins
for
food
and
wrappings.
I
have
scoured
the
seas
for
miles,
cloaked
my
face
with
ash.
My
fingertips
opening,
accepting
my
time.
The
dark
cylinders
of
half-smoked
cigarettes
For
me,
I′m
your
sorrow
Calling
in
your
dreams
For
me,
I'm
your
shadow
Howling
in
the
streets
Water
chimes
in
the
space
between
rocks,
Speakers
discharge
and
laughter
is
in
the
air,
Glass
divides
us,
Empty
bottles
Mark
the
steady
sweep
of
day
Tomorrow,
I
will
walk
the
streets
And
steel
myself
for
the
familiar.
Your
eyes
Will
not
settle,
a
hunger.
You′d
be
happier
in
your
grave.
When
we
meet,
share
stories,
you
stretch
me.
I
see,
I
see
a
semi-circle
of
teeth.
The
dark
cylinders
of
half-smoked
cigarettes
For
me,
I'm
your
sorrow
Calling
in
your
dreams
For
me,
I'm
your
shadow
Howling
in
the
streets
Альбом
Sweep of Days
1 The Yellow Man
2 Bonfires
3 History
4 As I Moved On
5 End of the Day (Silence)
6 Ricochet
7 Embers
8 Shine
9 Save This Town
10 Sweep
11 My Day
12 02.17 AM
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