Текст песни Splendour - Communions

When fountains spring soak her in
With what you see and what you say and what you dream
Adorn despair, happily lost
'Cause you long to drop a dime into the depths
Of her wishing well 'til your blood runs cold
Slightly ill with heightened sensibility
One with the mire, your soul's on fire
But you won't sigh and you won't care and you won't cry

Behold her splendour
Behold her splendour
Her splendour
Every night

The more that people swarm around her face
The less her eyes resemble anyone
But you might feel chosen from
A crowd of lovers waiting at her door
Every night for a chance to play
At the game that'll have them leaping in the grave
With emotions purged and no sense of self
Spoken by a language not their own

Behold her splendour
Behold her splendour
Her splendour
Every night

You're crushed under the weight of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade hesitating lights
From distant planets that'll swallow you

And spit you out
Cupid's slings
Have gone and made you blind
And wilfully oblivious
To the lurking pain behind each exquisite frame

You're crushed under the weight of bubbling scum
And forms of things unknown
That flourish and fade with hesitating lights
From distant planets that'll swallow you

Splendour
Her splendour
Her splendour
Her splendour