Текст песни The Moment

Late april Late evening Powder blue sky cools and fades to a neutral tone of grey No hue No reflections Silhouettes - skeletons of steel take shape on the horizon iron takes the places of air each breath tasting bitter warm like blood Night descending in phosphorous little drops into my eyes sharper than the moment my stomach tightens as in acceleration cars or at the certainly of sex and doesn't pass This is where the day has led me This is asa far as I have come