Grass (исполнитель: The Pretty Things)

As silver tears they weave and lace,
Sad patterns upon her face,
She waits for you. 
So low below a laser sun,
Through velvet fields [bad word] 
Reaching for you. 
And so you bleed now,
Your hand holds the knife 
That is tearing your life apart.
Why don`t you leave now, 
The city`s too heavy
And your dreams they melt in the sun. 
On mellow blue, birds curve and glide.
Through shadows of grief she slides,
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
In silence a promise torn,
She turns from you.
And so you bleed now ...
As silver tears, they weave and lace, 
She waits for you.
So low below a laser sun,
Reaching for you.
On mellow blue birds curve and glide.
She waits for you.
There on a hill before the dawn,
She turns from you
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