Текст песни The Number Twelve Looks Like You - Civeta Dei

pick up this doll, and watch the girl dream
cups spill, what holds, what holds, what holds tomorrow
clenching the fist, raising the brow
as glass enters the vein
justice shines, in her dark eyes
as an amber sky drips a tear upon a sunset
this is seraph's dream ten crowns drop
parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls
shade this tribulation in pastels
silk feelings hurt
the river holds the color you describe as love