Track details
Gereleased in: 2010
Album: Intensive Care [A2R011]
Lyrics
And then the music ceased, as I have told
And the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted
And there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before
But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock
And thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept
With more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful
There were many individuals in the crowd
Who had found leisure to become aware of the presence…
Of a masked figure
He-he-he means dirty, down to the floor!
[2x]
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