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• Artiste: Past Lives
• Titre: K Hole
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Those visions soft and sweet hang from the hands of time Grey fruit on broken branch, concrete on the vine Beneath the silver and the skin, the teardrop and the sea The hollow hole it grows into eternity Candle in the corner, no light No sleep no dream tonight Babel is no tower, son; no, Babel is that hole Where you long to sing the songs of love but no words are your own And the sun will shine just long enough to show you what you've missed Everywhere bewildered stare, a stranger where you sit Babel is no tower, son; no, Babel is that pit Where the taxman comes, collects your thoughts and puts them into print This is all you've given us? This is all there is? Everywhere bewildered stare, a stranger where you sit