Europe After Dark Songtext

Side streets and labour strangers in a city narrow runs vainly across the Anton frontier
Cajole me towards it encounters raining entirely subverted narrow confines escape the ceiling
A niche reflects the salvo and shelling the compass deter
District 7 opens up like a document the framework was complex yet artful
With the figures blending into the foreground the crowd comes out of the mist
Incidents in contrast with the locale grid plotting the usual cites
Against the patron frontier cajole me towards it instruments so hallow entirely subverted
The narrow confines escape the ceiling
The surroundings beset by the epistle with the framework complex yet artful
And blending into the foreground the crowd comes out of the mist