Текст песни guitar song

Draw salt circles Kiss your needles Afraid I'll give you What we want will bore us All verse-chorus Green light red light I don't know On doric legs Tail to head, or the ouroborous won't flow Only love, drunk isotope Your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette Said you dreamed him in a garden Murmuring some tune like Twenty-eight birds go along for a walk Twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk Twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk Twenty-two birds singing Twenty-eight birds go along for a walk Twenty-six birds tug the wheat from the stalk Twenty-four birds on a line in the chalk Twenty-two birds singing On doric legs Tail to head, or the ouroborous won't flow Only love, drunk isotope Your burning hearth, your self-appointed silhouette