Eclipse کے بول

there will always be children behind one comes another on the stairs, the younger brother in his grandmother's shawl. tonight we will break glasses be barefoot in grasses uninvited we walk in take our pleasures and leave all. how our dreams entrap us. how our dreams entrap us. the puzzle never solved behind the scrim of our resolve. there will always be stream-beds filled with square stones and doll-heads and the bodies of insects and the bodies of lovers tonight we will lose friendships turn spies in and sink ships uninvited we lie down in the dark of the eclipse how our dreams entrap us. how our dreams entrap us. how our dreams entrap us. how our dreams entrap us. how our dreams entrap us. how our dreams entrap us. the puzzle never solved behind the scrim of our resolve.