In the shadow of a shoulder parrot.
lying at the gates.
vulters in the sky.
mark the territories.
bombs away
bombs away
bombs away.
In the center of a child's vision.
he can't tell what they've done.
the storm still brings the sun.
somewhere between 9 and 10 pm.
bombs away
bombs away
bombs away
lying at the gates.
vulters in the sky.
mark the territories.
bombs away
bombs away
bombs away.
In the center of a child's vision.
he can't tell what they've done.
the storm still brings the sun.
somewhere between 9 and 10 pm.
bombs away
bombs away
bombs away