Lyrics:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
one day
They wrapped us in paper and moved us away
Your room was no longer next door to mine
And this kid sister thing was old by that time
But oh
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
skin
Build it up layer by layer and you climb on in
Then you're wrapped up oh, so tightly, I don't think you feel a thing
No sting of snowflakes, no
[Theme: Jeanne D' Arc / France]
Maid of Orleans and Pucelle where the names
Six hundred years ago
Godly voices directed your aim
The seventh awaits
one day
They wrapped us in paper and moved us away
Your room was no longer next door to mine
And this kid sister thing was old by that time
But oh
Our eyes first met in the old dancehall
That was the day that I let down my guard
Her voice was sweet like candy to my ears
She whispered sweet
Branches as high as vigilant eye could see,
Magic runes, once scratched into this tree.
An old man sat down at this mighty oak,
Every morning, day
Sounds like she's singing
Oh baby oh said oh
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne
It tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola
She walked up to me and she asked me
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
pussy i was 12 years old (hahaha)
with long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)
rough ass hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
potent ass
The waitress is cleaning the bar
It's two in the morning.
She offers some coffee to me,
Turns the radio on.
The caster is selling
His voice
she gave to me.
Days go by.
Locked inside the prison I have made in my mind.
My old friends have come again,
Speaking in their voices and making no
strictly by the rules of the old school
He must of knew he was fucking with a youngsta
But what he didn't know this youngsta be taking his ass under
And nature was pure
When the gods were strong
And Nanna was bright and full
My eyes have grown old, and my hairs are now white
But my wisdom is boundless
Voice of reason and the dust is in your eyes.
Shadow of fear from the burning skies.
You don't know what the news anchor said.
Your only concern,
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
that hate is steamin love
Right in it's fuckin face
Women ask me how i'm livin
I tell them day by day
With a donja joint
That lovely voice
A mr. Marvin
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
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