Текст песни Rome - Hawker

And then the words were coming backIt was gonna get uglyAnd so I kissed his garmentsAnd sat silent while he spokeFor holy men use wordsOnly to teach how to let goHow a pure mind takes emptiness as its formAnd you look down that dragon spine and you hold onHanging on that cliffTerrified, your voice might fallAnd drag you with it

Just quiet your mind, quiet your mindO, I was youngAnd what was meant to bring me closer to death - as I recallMade me just a little short of breath, that's allAnd so I held on to my fear, to red dustAs I crawled, naked and bleeding, across the temple floorSuch are the visionsWe collect to consoleOurselves about the present dayAbout the modern soulLord, have mercy, have mercy on me...
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