The pearls will drop at the end of the line every
morning. Just a little bit closer, and with a
loose touch I'm here to watch you. Let's share the
stare and turn off the radio. Downtown skies...
(Play on our fears) are coming... (They knew where
the cancer grows) like white horse... Riders are
mysterious... The pearls will drop at the end of
the line every morning. Just a little bit closer,
and with a loose touch I'm here to watch you.
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Downtown skies... (Play on our fears) are
coming... (They knew where the cancer grows) like
white horse... Riders are mysterious... Reach out,
a porcelain touch disguised with fingertips below
us. Downtown skies... are coming... like white
horse... riders are mysterious... (Mother of all
whores, Mourn her, Dressed with pearls, Drunk with
the blood of saints, she is dead and burning).