Letras:
King Swamp Wiseblood

of chemistry, God's own toys. Wiseblood In the whispering night, Fold me into The whispering night, There's a ripple in the silence, It's Wiseblood

Well I'm looking out my window at those city lights, And there's a cold hand on my heart tonight, I know I must go down to the street once again

So sly, the way you move, Like a hungry cat prowling underneath the moon, So I must chase the game, Through the jungle of confusion one more

Listen here the night is singing, Like a voltage through the ground, Bony white the moonlight shining, You could hold it in your hand. And the

Twilight falls of gods and men, The shadow stalks the fields again, The broken glass, the broken hand, The broken song of the wedding band, Treacherous