Rivers of sorrow, diamonds in the rough Everything you wanted and it still ain't enough Load it in the chamber, fire point black If it don't make change
stars, the coffee taken with cream and scones under the Viennese Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead
the velvet robes, a sun god Radio has gone dead I navigate past the Plough Feel ecstatic, like "Hey mum look at me now!" Rough course traveling, infinite
