Testo di Oh K.S.S.T.

Blood on the stone Blood from the stone the young boy kissed it Pot of gold Quest for the coast to snag the linchpin Any day any day we'll meet in dark lands Heathens say heathens say we'll never meet you Echoes that mellow the clutches of fallen trees They don't believe! Churches are buried so deep that grounds release Body's trapeze! Hands in the air hands in the air these ghostly starlings Anywhere any day we ever dreamed up What it is anything to never speak of? Walking lines treading wilds of natures districts Echoes that mellow the clutches of fallen trees They don't believe! Churches are buried so deep that the grounds release Body's trapeze!