...wrapped around in blankets...ling on my old bed....upstairs in the attic. I opened the window, so I could hear the melody. Listening to acoustic music at the same time. Looking up at the sky....through the tiniest window....smelling the silence...looking at clouds....which disappeared about 3 hours ago.....decided to turn my phone off....turn msn and skype off....not go on facebook, myspace, nasza-klsa....decided to stay in between these clouds and blankets dark corners....up in the attic....where no soul dares to think of......
...my little quiet nest....
my place...
PS:Give me your hand
The dog in the garden row is covered in mud
And dragging your mother’s clothes
Cinder and smoke
The snake in the basement
Found the juniper shade
The farmhouse is burning down
Give me your hand
And take what you will tonight, I'll give it as fast
And high as the flame will rise
Cinder and smoke
Some whispers around the trees
The juniper bends
As if you were listening
Give me your hand
Your mother is drunk as all the firemen shake A photo from father’s arms
Cinder and smoke
You’ll ask me to pray for rain
With ash in your mouth
You’ll ask it to burn again
...my little quiet nest....
my place...
PS:Give me your hand
The dog in the garden row is covered in mud
And dragging your mother’s clothes
Cinder and smoke
The snake in the basement
Found the juniper shade
The farmhouse is burning down
Give me your hand
And take what you will tonight, I'll give it as fast
And high as the flame will rise
Cinder and smoke
Some whispers around the trees
The juniper bends
As if you were listening
Give me your hand
Your mother is drunk as all the firemen shake A photo from father’s arms
Cinder and smoke
You’ll ask me to pray for rain
With ash in your mouth
You’ll ask it to burn again
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