Текст песни Eletric Lights

If static is just forming some chords in some walls I am static without the ends And every breath of hers was a thorn of desire And every petal was blushing red It's on my fingertips And my electric light's becoming electric again A New Years harvesting in Elysium fields And everyone is up on the shore They're taking you again, again and again My friend they can take no more It's on my fingertips And my electric light's becoming electric again A New Years harvesting in Elysium fields And everyone is up on the shore It's on my fingertips And my electric light's becoming electric again