Six Dumb Dull Eyes Songtext
von Lunar Bird

I pick up withered flowers
On a pale trail running out of ink
Kept between strict paper pillows

They fan out soon unveiling
Their unnatural and baffling harmony
I′m used to take on this old trick

Six dumb dull eyes
Witnesses and judges
To my forgetfulness


Six dumb dull eyes
Witnesses and judges
To my forgetfulness

A wreath of purple veins
Sleeping on the perfect drawing
Of an ancient language you
Wouldn't dare to interpret

Six dumb dull eyes
Witnesses and judges
To my forgetfulness

Six dumb dull eyes
Witnesses and judges
To my forgetfulness
To my forgetfulness