Paroles: Deadboy & the Elephantmen. We Are Night Sky. Walking stick.

Revelation for
around your sunday dress

The soul out of a smoldering wretch
All brought to sleep, there's nothing there
All brought to sleep, there's nothing there

Twisted walking stick
They're all up and down this strip

The soul out of a smoldering wretch
All brought to sleep, there's nothing there

The witch is on fire
She can't regret the day light repenting of the stars and earth