BRAINCHILD



RIDING THROUGH THE ENDLESS DESERT, WHITE GLARING AND FLAT EXCEPT

THE HAZY POOR GLEAM OF MOUNTAINS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN

SWEET DREAMS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN...



BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE

YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE

TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS

AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY



SWEET DREAMS DEATH AND NIGHTMARES

ON THE NARROW PATH BETWEEN CRUSTS OF SALT

THROUGH THE ENDLESS CRYING MONOTONOUS WILDERNESS

GIVE ME YOUR WINGS BIRD I WILL SPREAD THEM OUT AND FLY

TO THE WAY TO THE TOWER, WHERE I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES

I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES



BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE

YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE

TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS

AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY



BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE

YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE

TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS

AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY