Текст песни Pigeon Drummer

The background buzz, the lo-fi hum,
The fallen saviors beat their ritual drums.

Their eyes alive with destiny -
Sweet delusions, which serve to set us free.

The bar room bids for tarts with hearts,
The dumbed down kids in souped up cars.

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Smaller details written large.

Her sun-kissed skin caught in your frame,
You know you'll never pass this way again.

You wash the dirt out of your hair.
You find the words you need when no-one's there.

The moments lost.
The distant stars.