Pulsing Pulsing — текст песни (Xtc)

Pulsing pulsing,

Theres a beat in his arm still.

Pulsing pulsing,

Like the throb of an anthill.

Pulsing pulsing,

No death in the rain.

Ive been washing my hands,

In the stuff I wash my brains.



Im pulsing.

Youre pulsing.

Whos pulsing? .

Whats pulsing? .



Pulsing pulsing,

Theres a lump in his throat still.

Pulsing pulsing,

At the site of a crash throw.

Pulsing pulsing,

No push in the vein.

Ive been washing my hands,

In the stuff I wash my brains.