These empty walls will melt in your hands
In Scotland skies he says it ends.
So bless us all.
So bless us all.
I am reading it, too, on his walls
That time that it lasts was still in work.
In open mirrors heard a new flat.
And all his work will have to end.
So bless us all.
So bless us all.
The dot is right, the bed is not.
He’s looking in the blind spot and for what?
So bless us all.
So bless us all.
So bless us all.
So bless us all.