Lyric And Just The Birds...
Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees
of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken n left walls overgrown of grass n wine
white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills
the bringin the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus
of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief
The crest of roof broken n left walls overgrown of grass n wine
white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards
And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills
the bringin the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus
