Erin McKeown - The Golden Dream Тексты

Kill the sun, kill the moon instead
Someone's gone to your little head
Don't look so sad!
Chevaux il fait!

Fatal place in your final hour
Little peace for the here and now
Don't look so sad!
Chevaux il fait!

You say you're so unmade
You're untitled too
You make the stars behave
When they're close to you

Don't forget, when you're fast asleep
There's a plan you need to keep
Roll on! Roll on!
Chevaux il fait!
Chimere dore!