Текст песни Rome - Hawker

And then the words were coming back It was gonna get ugly And so I kissed his garments And sat silent while he spoke For holy men use words Only to teach how to let go How a pure mind takes emptiness as its form And you look down that dragon spine and you hold on Hanging on that cliff Terrified, your voice might fall And drag you with it Just quiet your mind, quiet your mind O, I was young And what was meant to bring me closer to death - as I recall Made me just a little short of breath, that's all And so I held on to my fear, to red dust As I crawled, naked and bleeding, across the temple floor Such are the visions We collect to console Ourselves about the present day About the modern soul Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me...
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