Testo di ' 707 (A November Less) ' di Mother Turtle

Leave me now to drift along
Inside the cold heart of the Sun
Along narrow streets of golden breeze
Where strong winds play and rainbows dwell

But here inside this white room
My veins keep drinking pale wine
So many times, that I recall
I threw my pearls before swine

People dressed in white
But I can see through them
With their hearts of wood and their empty eyes
I let them drift away

And when I can't reject the pain
Inflicted each and every day
The best revenge is to survive
And work my own way

A race in the street
A whore and some meat
Compromise the hard way
But the easy one is never quite true

Selfish and reckless
Full with pride and smiles
A bag of tricks
A lack of marbles
And an ache in the heart for the forgotten troubles

I don't know what friends are for
But it's ok when they do

Through all these years
Stars seem to be the same
But we have changed so much

Through all these years
These colorblind tears
But we have been so blind

All of the above is false
But truth is never true
So I pick up my one way ticket
And leave for the Sun

Hourless films and captioned stares
But where's the honor in all this?
So let me breathe the quiet Sun
And dream for all the fools