Russian Futurists (The)

When The Sun Drops Like An Anvil
I've been counting down the calendar's months and Trying to breathe in all four seasons at once and then exhale them as Tidal waves and cold and warm fronts while I paint your shores with snow I've been taking comfort in songs I've heard and Trying to reach you with the warmth of my words, they're spilling out On pages and the ink becomes blurred but there's one thing we know Time will stop and stand still when the Sun drops like an anvil falling down Red comets rain from the sky like fireworks on the fourth of July I've been counting down the calendar's days and Trying to see you in LCD displays and flashing lights while Building you a tiny glass maze that you could keep within your palm We see a world unfold within your reflection You twist time, mangle minds and play with perception and we Send thoughts back and forth through rusty connections and gently break the calm Time will stop and stand still when the Sun drops like an anvil falling down Red comets rain from the sky like fireworks on the fourth of July Aus Songtexte Mania