Текст песни Laura Veirs - Rapture

With photographs And magnetic tape We capture Pretty animals in cages Pretty flowers in vases Enraptured And doesn't the tree Write great poetry? Doing itself so well Do you blame monet? His gardens in giverny He captured And lovely basho His plunking ponds and toads Enraptured The fate of kurt cobain Junk coursing through his veins And young virginia woolf Death came and hung her coat Love of color, sound and words Is it a blessing or a curse? Enraptured