The pearls will drop at the end of the line every morning.<br />
Just a little bit closer, and with a loose touch I'm here to watch you.<br />
Let's share the stare and turn off the radio.<br />
Downtown skies… (play on our fears) are coming… (they knew where the cancer grows)<br />
Like white horse… riders are mysterious… the pearls will drop at the end of the line every morning.<br />
Just a little bit closer, and with a loose touch I'm here to watch you.<br />
Let's share the stare and turn off the radio.<br />
Downtown skies…(play on our fears) are coming…(they knew where the cancer grows) like white horse…<br />
Riders are mysterious.<br />
Reach out, a pourcelain touch disguised with fingertips below us.<br />
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.)