Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de Piano Magic

Breaking winter up by shooting numbers from the clock / The cat sleeps on the atlas in alsace lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire / I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history twice / In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs – shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever i cared about

All armies bear their losses, yet still they rally on. / The fanfare may be muted, the spirit may be gone. / And Troy was devastated by an accident of greed. / I knew that you were taken; a book I should not read.

Your ghost, a white candle in this night / Smile broken, though eyes bright as carnival rides / You wander these streets, punch-drunk on the stars / As the lights are stubbed out in the neighborhood bars

I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew / I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage / I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass / But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn