The Open Landscape Songtext
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Sweet little voice, repeats what "they" say,
Airy like an open landscape, fertile for thoughts that have yet to grow
So allow me to plant everything I know.
Every sign says turn away from the sweet little waist and porcelain face
So deathly pale but beaming with light to shine on my pathetic life.
I try to stay abstract and intact, but she pulls me to the flame
And silences the words, and leaves me here again.
On through the crowds of repressed inmates,
Airy like an open landscape, fertile for thoughts that have yet to grow
So allow me to plant everything I know.
Every sign says turn away from the sweet little waist and porcelain face
So deathly pale but beaming with light to shine on my pathetic life.
I try to stay abstract and intact, but she pulls me to the flame
And silences the words, and leaves me here again.
On through the crowds of repressed inmates,
Shaking their fists at the thought of escape,
You and I could live like the first day
When we breathed the light and felt the earth shake.
I try to stay abstract and intact, but she pulls me to the flame
And silences the words, and leaves me here again.
You and I could live like the first day
When we breathed the light and felt the earth shake.
I try to stay abstract and intact, but she pulls me to the flame
And silences the words, and leaves me here again.
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