Perry Fisher Songtext
von Apples with Moya

Flick the bell the gate that fell open so wide three months to ride
In the dark a train will spark grinding its rails for some holy grail
Face down there′s a witch in the ground buried by a crooked tree
Big sounds from the thrash of the hounds through the streets and streets and streams
Perry can't play on Sunday
Perry fell down a wishing well and prayed
For a love gigantic
Save the whole damn place


Near or far the moon′s a jar spilling its light in lonesome eyes
Acts of love beget your love multiply twice and magnify

Face down there's a witch in the ground buried by a crooked tree
Big sounds from the thrash of the hounds through the streets and streets and streams
Perry can't play on Sunday
Perry fell down a wishing well and prayed
For a love gigantic
Save the whole damn place

Near or far the moon′s a jar spilling its light in lonesome eyes
Acts of love beget your love multiply twice and magnify
This is due: the truth the cue summer descends who said the magic ends?