"Cocteau Twins - Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires
I buckle and rosed
As God and the rest (wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions (indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
I buckle and rosed
As God and the rest (wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions (indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come"