Rooftop In A Thunderstorm Lyrics
With yellow, red and roomy food, and quivered
Crouching on a golden cushion
Undressed himself to disappear
Through an infinity of pleasure
And smiled to free the running me
With "am I my brother's keeper? "
His meek hand on devils gloves
Shaping running blood.
The prophecy, to recreate the truth
In visions of a seasonal mood
In truth, the only sight he saw
Lay hidden in the bathroom door
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And spat on the rug
As high is high, so low is low
And that's the end of it.
