Paroles de Dealer

The windows are ringing, shaking night-nites for angels Rattling throats up and down on a beam Cooling the hearts, cooling the plasma Keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam The other side of a prowler, the dead still search the living At least there we did not not fail Coming to in the overcast, tracks are still flowing At least there he does not wail Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness Move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing Gone always alone, to all you are never He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring The windows are ringing, shaking dead men for angels Hissing brains boiling up press't to the bone Uncoils the wire whole night long Bumping out thru the eye in knots Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness Move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing Gone always alone, to all you are never He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring