Текст песни Spirits - Fyrce Muons

Go and roll around a very lonely lonely soul
Sleeping on a simple side of dying yellow days
Growing with the hammerhead of sacrificial bread
You say you return the early bitter morning haze
Rolling with a whimper and you call it in the night
A cantilever raises bellows in the heaven mode of heaven dying

The white house
With symmetry
The white house
With mystery

Rolling times I feel a certain peace
Of nothing in the way of have another day
Killing time upon another space
You feel it in the wind you feel it in your face
Different ways to come upon a man
Who's going in his face who's suffered all the lamb
Get along and find your way my friend

You'll see a different path you'll see a different end
The white house
With symmetry
The white house
With mystery
The white house
With history