كلمات Strange Language

Up on the bluff, where I wish I was Twistin' up the pages of history My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin' To summon up little chunk of that history In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language Up on the bluff, where the hardwood's jut Out toward the gusts of history My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks The fractal lines of history In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language Up on the bluff, where I wish I was Twistin' up the pages of history My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'