Letras:
Dead Can Dance Youth

: All calculations set to one side; The inevitable Descent from Heaven, A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms Invades my house, my head, And

All calculations set to one side; The inevitable Descent from Heaven, A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms Invades my house, my head, And

All calculations set to one side; The inevitable Descent from Heaven, A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms Invades my house, my head, And

soldier head make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead got made code red break up the black skunk the black dutch, back of the old shed if you can

drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance

every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance

of the Dead. Can I remember, I remember you, no, Can I remember gold, I remember silver eyes, I remember silver skies, I remember awesome pain I can

sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dyin', you can

ain't no angel but nobody's deserving I can dance on my own grave, thank you But I can't die now 'cause I got another show Some people keep sayin', I can