Geography — текст песни (Maudlin Of The Well)

Listening reveals his wounds
Voiceless, he kneels to you
Like a glinting dagger, one quick look
And he spills you
Sheets surrender you
And I expect trauma

Breath is real, anger`s real
Sleep on your birthday and cry
Cry, my baby
Let me wash you
I have no ears for my lady...

Listen to me
You`re called a silhouette
You`re playful with a sin
But you see me

Speak, or stop, or kiss me
Your art is like your grin
It delivers me