Mark Lanegan Band - Ode To Sad Disco скачать mp3

The sun's tolling bell subterranean eyes, A thousand to one, the factory line. Stars outside the window flicker and shine, The hollow headed morning isn't blind. A mountain of nails burn in your hands, Here I give all I am. Gloria, I get down on my knees Further from my own. A tower of stones, sympathy's shade, Ride a white horse, the drowned on parade. A diamond headed serpent climbs a vine, See all the lonely children lose their minds. A mountain of dust burns in your mouth, Here there's no North, just South. Gloria, I get down on my knees Further from my own. Thirst swollen tongue, an arcadian twist, The sleepwalk is done, yet the notion persists. Car's outside the window careening by, The hollow headed morning is unkind. Gloria, I get down on my knees Further from my own. Under a cliff darkness denied. Here I have seen the light...