Frown

Bad dreams and lunar brightshine are the principal attributes
Of vigilant nights. But you can the thrill reveal with every
Touch and zest, it is the invitation inside...
Its demonstration- not depravity
In the middle of frost
The winters started
Her breath the trees undressed
Made pale of sticks
The limbos started
Im sitting by fire
And i am wet
Its drizzling all the weeks
I guess it wont stop
Tranquil murmur of the wind crawling into my ears
Wood is wet -wet to the pith
O gods disgrace
Bright blue flames
Like a night sky
Far away-miles away
In the distant nothingness
Im feeding the fire
I think it wont go out
I am sitting
By hearth
I am wet
By hearth
[ Demonstration Of Irresistibility Lyrics ]