The Spires - Wild Death текст песни

I sit by the tower
I sit by myself hour after hour
Well I sleep where the wild things go
I drift away on through the snow
Well I sink down low with the jelly fish
Send me off where I won't be missed, no no I won't be missed

Wild death is my friend
wild wild death
wild death is my friend
wild death is my friend wild wild death
wild death is my friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a

Friends say that, I'm okay
But you can't always trust your friends to say
what you need them to well you got to tell themn true

so listen to my song

chet baker lives in his perpetual night club world where my destructive impulses go unfulfilled
well i got a friend he's tall, he only knows 4 chords that's all
he claims he don't need no more, when you're knocking on that castle door, whatcha need with more than 4?

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