Songtext von Stables And Chairs

I met a face ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside And he shivered out thoughts They went: Golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths All these thoughts were rolled onto needles They spilled from heads Tumble like apples fell into the sky That's where they hide Where rubies turned diamonds Like textures like sunshine Behind hands arms lift into its own As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets Out of their throats pours tongues licking down What will we become? Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired Will stay where it's warm Where it's safe from the down beating drums They went: Golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans Behind hands arms lift into its own As habits pull the sleep out covered in the sheets That harbor rest and sunshine As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets Out of their throats pours tongues licking down What will we become?