WASH
HARD COMMING DEVILS & HARD COMMING SKY
I CANNOT DENY THE ONE WHO CRYES
HARD COMMING WOMAN & HARD COMMING CRY
IT´S THE GREATEST WASH FROM THE SILVER SKY
BLINDED POETS
OF TEARS ON YOUR CHEEK
KIND OF SLOWING DOWN
THE LOVING I SEEK
THEM BLINDED POETS
ARE MAKING YOU WEAK
FINDING THEM ROADS
TO BREAK UP WITH ME
BLINDED POETS ON TRICKERY ICE
TRICKERY ICES ARE DOUBLE-SIDE FROZED
BLINDED BY THE WHITE OF SLANDERING SNOW
SLANDERING SNOW WAS THE POET OF LIGHT
SOME BLINDED POETS
OF TEARS HAD TO SHOW
WHY THEY WERE POETS
TOO BLINDED TO KNOW
