When my soul is turning white I'm sneaking out to see you, as before, with no plans for closing night, to meet you down along the Bedlam wall.
You remind me: nights are cold, wrapped into that same star-quilted coat, on the shoulders shaded off - like everything alond the Bedlam wall.
Di you know which side we're on, when we're standing by the Badlam wall?
Now you choose to lead the way, quickly as the rain is turning into snow, my resistance is in vain, I follow you along the Bedlam wall.
If for distances I crave, you say, that you and me - we're not that clos at all and that faster than the planes go the years outside the Bedlam wall.
When you stagger in your lead, stop and see how snow will cover all by down, all the memory machines, all our steps along the Bedlam wall.
We don't care which side we're on, when we're meeting by the Bedlam wall.
You remind me: nights are cold, wrapped into that same star-quilted coat, on the shoulders shaded off - like everything alond the Bedlam wall.
Di you know which side we're on, when we're standing by the Badlam wall?
Now you choose to lead the way, quickly as the rain is turning into snow, my resistance is in vain, I follow you along the Bedlam wall.
If for distances I crave, you say, that you and me - we're not that clos at all and that faster than the planes go the years outside the Bedlam wall.
When you stagger in your lead, stop and see how snow will cover all by down, all the memory machines, all our steps along the Bedlam wall.
We don't care which side we're on, when we're meeting by the Bedlam wall.