Âλεκς Χοροψυλοβ, 41 - 10 декабря 2018 21:36

Bliss
Love is my teacher, the wave and the sound
Night falls in softly and I forgot to call you

Airports of burgundy and gold
Need monoxide to unfold

And bliss when we're eight miles high
And bliss when we reach the sky

Last night at sunset sweet Jesus was gone
Wonderland inferno, chorus of Kalashnikov
Icon lust of many splendored woe

And bliss when we're eight miles high
And bliss when we reach the sky