كلمات The Flying Club Cup

I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise My father was released a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise Silence of an airborne night Push high above the roof Daughters of the Red lights blind The icy works of art The city lights and restless nights Go once upon the Lord You and I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards It's yours