Anders Hillborg. The Strand Settings: III. Dark Harbor XXXV
🎵 611 characters
⏱️ 5:25 duration
🆔 ID: 25834347
📜 Lyrics
The sickness
The sickness of angels is nothing new
I have seen them crawling like bees
Flightless, chewing their tongues, not singing
Down, down, down by the bus terminal, hanging out
Showing their legs, hiding their wings
Carrying on for their brief term on Earth
No longer smiling; asleep, asleep in the shade of each other
They drift into the arms of strangers
Who step into their light, which is the mascara of Eden
Offering more than invisible love
Intangible comforts, offering the taste
The pure erotic glory of death
Without echoes
The feeling of kisses blown out of Heaven
Melting the moment they land
The sickness of angels is nothing new
I have seen them crawling like bees
Flightless, chewing their tongues, not singing
Down, down, down by the bus terminal, hanging out
Showing their legs, hiding their wings
Carrying on for their brief term on Earth
No longer smiling; asleep, asleep in the shade of each other
They drift into the arms of strangers
Who step into their light, which is the mascara of Eden
Offering more than invisible love
Intangible comforts, offering the taste
The pure erotic glory of death
Without echoes
The feeling of kisses blown out of Heaven
Melting the moment they land
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:29.31] The sickness
[00:37.79] The sickness of angels is nothing new
[00:58.31] I have seen them crawling like bees
[01:09.23] Flightless, chewing their tongues, not singing
[01:27.01] Down, down, down by the bus terminal, hanging out
[01:43.43] Showing their legs, hiding their wings
[01:58.86] Carrying on for their brief term on Earth
[02:21.37]
[02:50.30] No longer smiling; asleep, asleep in the shade of each other
[03:19.13] They drift into the arms of strangers
[03:26.82] Who step into their light, which is the mascara of Eden
[03:43.05] Offering more than invisible love
[03:50.43] Intangible comforts, offering the taste
[03:58.07] The pure erotic glory of death
[04:11.91] Without echoes
[04:21.19] The feeling of kisses blown out of Heaven
[04:37.75] Melting the moment they land
[04:54.69]
[00:37.79] The sickness of angels is nothing new
[00:58.31] I have seen them crawling like bees
[01:09.23] Flightless, chewing their tongues, not singing
[01:27.01] Down, down, down by the bus terminal, hanging out
[01:43.43] Showing their legs, hiding their wings
[01:58.86] Carrying on for their brief term on Earth
[02:21.37]
[02:50.30] No longer smiling; asleep, asleep in the shade of each other
[03:19.13] They drift into the arms of strangers
[03:26.82] Who step into their light, which is the mascara of Eden
[03:43.05] Offering more than invisible love
[03:50.43] Intangible comforts, offering the taste
[03:58.07] The pure erotic glory of death
[04:11.91] Without echoes
[04:21.19] The feeling of kisses blown out of Heaven
[04:37.75] Melting the moment they land
[04:54.69]