Gegenstand Songtext
It but incurs a lustre in a flood
After many not dislodged
And at each subsidence half arises
Half holds to cloudy water
Nature of its anchor kept occult
We keep a current flowing from a sluice
Cloud it with corrosives
Hoping to appropriate what holds its own so well
What tips an ever wider wake
After many not dislodged
And at each subsidence half arises
Half holds to cloudy water
Nature of its anchor kept occult
We keep a current flowing from a sluice
Cloud it with corrosives
Hoping to appropriate what holds its own so well
What tips an ever wider wake