Porcelain کے بول

Porcelain windows sit above center of plants Swing an axe in the abyss of sunlight Twilight dreams in an obscene dimension Of leather heels and cigarettes White Porsche and a Las Vegas motel Looking through the pink glass over the black mountains Where goats run free And bats hang upside down on the chandeliers Chandeliers Alright, sorry, let me do it again Black Finnish roses, circling white roses Forming across in this untamed ravishing yard Not any cross, but the cross of hate A cross of shattered dreams and innocent tomorrows Never came Black Finnish liquor Swirls around his goblet as a fat one dines In his hall with the fascists of Europe The night was becoming morning And the smell of wet grass And burnt cigarettes pick up on them As they march out for the yearly hunt Under your wings Under your wings Under your wings Under your wings It's a lonely desire You saw my fire Treble rests in the spider I don't wanna fall No, no, no I don't wanna fall No, no