Paroles de NOS

Attired with stars No man would be old Everything is endured The bread that we store Our casual creeds The gold that we hide furtively Believe what is true Love what is rare Drink what is clear There�s so much blood there Our hands blistering from their haste Our backs caving in with the weight Return more Don�t ignore One moment it's you, then soaring wind Rising, I let it carry me As if it were the first rain To where lies seem like reason Return more Don't ignore Tripping across my bones on the floor One picture atop the other The sorrow of scars and brown rivers Feel, as if nothing else matters