Текст The Devil Wears Prada – Don’t Dink And Drance

Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it’s been since I have seen a dove.
Melt in yellow as I do.
Exhaustion and mother of tribulation.
Wound by wound.
I torture myself.
Wound by wound, I will perservere.
Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being.
What we’ve known is like cigarettes.
Formaldehyde fingers.