Storm Corrosion Testo

Testo Storm Corrosion

Someone is calling her shoulders
Much like horses
Raising dawns
Sing to me

Hold back the tears in my comfort
We will forward
In these pauses
Storm Corrodes
Maps of a lift to the scaffold
On a nursery floor
Begs aloud
Not to stay

Cut from the stone in the quarry
This old friend of mine
In his silence
Storm Corrodes

Passed on the second hand slips southwards
Born in the carcass song drips endless
Throw round the boy who leaves the secret
Grower of the darks begin to reach it