I hear my name being whispered
In the morning
Do you read me?
Who am I? Am I sound?
I remember my name
I know this sanctuary chime
The sound of the ticking rain
Then I step outside the blind alley
There you swallow my eyes and ears
I'm consumed by your vile disorder
Feel my weary heart expanding
Oh vulgar city you gave birth to me
When this riotous life leaves me alone
All the birds of the world will fly over
Reposing on this hidden rooftop
Where I'll grow white tulips all year through
But now the rooms are split in half
And I'm stuck on sides without doors
Though cats like us are solitary
The unavoidable nature of the beast
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.