Текст песни Atlas - Yaarrohs

Atlas

Pieces of glass
no eye can see through the past
without the winged
Stories of you
I hear these stories of you
when you were younger
Dangerous beast
you will feed at the feast
of your beloveds
Calm your wild tongue
I’ll beat with the drum
while you sing it
If you’ll take me
take me over
Take me Take me out
take me
take me over
take me take me out
Sly and easy on the eyes
sweet melancholy
twisting in the night
your eyes were wet cream
darkened through
and I felt my skin reach
out for you.
you run back you run back
you run back you run back
you run back you run back
you’re on your own
you’re on your own your own