[Instrumental]
Gallery Girl (Elefant) The boy likes the girl The girl loves the boy But what is it to say Hello madam The pleasure is all mine Can I buy you the
I'll tell you how I woke up on the line My sister, I almost saw the light Look my hands are tied I'll see you in another hallway Some other time Well
Can you see me going down I am screaming out loud And the fear of god is in me now Dissolve In the moonshine I leave no trace My visions have gone Far
Lilies may grow Even through the snow The sun will rise Sparkle your eyes The wind shall blow bad trash away When anguish is near Somebody please polish
Broken people Hollow and feeble They're rolling Rolling up the hill Rotten ingrate Stupid mistakes They're rolling Rolling up the hill Wishing wells and
Slowly she moves underground Far below is where she is found Quickly now she's moving up Seed of need it will erupt Something is happening underneath
Will the angels sing tonight Or will they perish in the shadows of this newborn light Will we crumble into dust Will we blow away Like the ravens did
Pushing, pulling me down again Pushing, pulling me down again It's getting bad I can't breathe I won't let them in I won't let them in Crushing, pushing
Irridescent eyes of the seahorse rise Treasure she loves Others dispise A shooting star shan't fall very far Dim fireflies held in glass jars April showers
Gather round to hear this tale A story which has grown old Torn of their pride Stars crash and collide The wrecking yard's grown cold They may laugh and
. He rolls in alcoves, gets caught in waterfalls down rotting walls. (He's bored.) My friends applaud, throw pennies and wait. . . peeping from the gallery
Sometimes I feel like live in the gallery of empty pictures, among them I'm motherless child. The guide is their master he's wild, dress in the veil of
Ignored by all the trendy boys in london and in leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He could not be in the gallery And
The first burning candle Like a newborn in a cradle Forgotten at days For autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone
Ta mig over brinnande vatten Lat snon smalta i handen Fangad av starkaste nat Sanden star torr och het Det tisslar och tasslar Lyssna - Loven prasslar
Kom ut ur din svarta lada Ge mig naglar for min klada Slicka mig med din fratande tunga Lat dina magiska lapper sjunga En sida efter den andra Sidor