Tytuł: Lightning

• Wykonawca: Dispatch
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we hear the dealers with their words
  that ride the tails
  of their cigarette smoke
  sliding through the tunnels of our ears
  
  those greasy marionettes of
  real bone and blood
  stand on the corner of washington square
  
  vision stinging
  eyes blurring
  
  elevators got your rising so high
  17 floors you want so much more
  elevators got you rising so high
  17 floors you want so much more
  
  there's lightning on the ceiling
  coming from the corner of her eye...
  
  somewhere horses flee from thunder
  somewhere the bones of a cat
  are buried under a garden
  well ther's a radio on
  broken songs empty digression
  won't be ling to you and me are gone from here
  
  lightning on the ceiling
  coming from the corner of her eye