Fine Science - strona 1/1
Civilized Land
My Own Last Chance
Plenty of the West
Red Road to Winona
Song for Daybyrd
When the Truth Comes Through
Why Dance
Losowy fragment piosenki
Fine Science - Why Dance
There is no acoustic truth
Only the "saviours of our youth"
Resonating bodies all
With no support they break and fall
Visions of a platry few
Concocted into a human stew
The stew, it simmers, but still hot
Remains a giant melting pot
In the pot we wiggle and writhe
Looking like worker bees in the beehive