What do you get when you build up your walls And find that the pieces don't match up You will see as they grow up tall The higher you go the farther
Tausende Quadrate, Kalt und bleich Acht Ecken, die darauf warten, dass mein Blick sie streift Tausende Rillen, die mein Finger sanft beruhrt Unzahlige
Tulkojums: Scream. Beigas ... tis Rising kvadrātu.
Gravitated towards a taste For foreign films and modern plays But that machine could only Bend to squares five to six times Before your fingers came unwired