Текст песни Maison du Tigre - Diorama

Maison du Tigre

Behind the filthy walls of smoke\nThey might be waiting to dispel\nAny shred of memory\nFrom your daily lurking hell\nMother nature lost her child\nTher’s no earth beneath my feet\nAll the times I’ve played it wild\nHave left my story incomplete\nNow I’m here to end the show\nWith no more promises to keep\nNo faith to be repaid and no\nMore miles to go before I sleep\nAs you lay down on velvet beds\nAnd watch the centuries flash by\nAll your guilt is drained away\nLike in an ocean running dry\nIn every whiskey-driven scar\nYou feel the mistery begin\nLurid masses watch in awe\nThe waiting game you sure will win\nMother nature lost her child\nTher’s no earth beneath my feet\nAll the times I’ve played it wild\nHave left my story incomplete\nNow I’m here to end the show\nWith no more promises to keep\nNo faith to be repaid and no\nMore miles to go before I sleep\nThey serve you blue clouds to inhale\nThey serve you fruits from distant lands\nSlowly blood begins to move\nBack into your algid hands\nNow that you are one with god\nYour body is carried 'cross the town\nWomen cheer and cry for joy\nAs fireworks are hailing down\nMother nature lost her child\nTher’s no earth beneath my feet\nAll the times I’ve played it wild\nHave left my story incomplete\nNow I’m here to end the show\nWith no more promises to keep\nNo faith to be repaid and no\nMore miles to go before I sleep