Jonathan Leandoer127 - Porcelain

Porcelain windows [?] swing an axe in the abyss of sunlight
Twilight dreams in an obscene dimension
Of leather heels and cigarettes
White Porsche and a Las Vegas motel
Looking through the pink glass over the black mountains where goats run free and bats hang upside down on the chandeliers
Chandeliers

Alright, sorry, let me do it again

Black Finnish roses, circling white roses
Forming across this untamed ravishing yard
Not any cross, but the cross of Hades, cross of shattered dreams and innocent tomorrows
Never came
Black Finnish liquor
Swirls around his goblet as a fat one dines in his [?] with the fascists of Europe
The night was becoming morning and the smell of wet grass and burnt cigarettes pick up on them
As they march out to the yearly hunt

Under your wings
Under your wings
Under your wings
Under your wings
It's a lonely desire
You saw my fire
[?] spider
I don't wanna fall
No, no, no
I don't wanna fall
No, no