Paroles: Cocteau Twins. Alas Dies Laughing.

Flaxen, the dress is born
Crush a crushing stone
Tie a starching walls

Wake takes a mumbling form
Wake takes a mumbling form

Flaxen, the dress is old
Fingers, this dress is torn
Tie a starching walls

Wake takes a mumbling form
Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a
Wake takes a mumbling form

Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a
Wake takes a mumbling form

Wake takes a mumbling form
Wake takes a mumbling form
Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a

Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a

Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a
Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a

Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a
Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a

Wake takes a mumbling form
Wake takes a mumbling form

Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a
Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a

Wake takes, wake takes
Wake takes, wake takes a