Listen to this track with the volume turned UP (especially the first time you hear it.)
The skyline burns electric energy and time.
Ten million orchids bloom, but none of them are mine.
In the streets, I see pilgrims, I see them losing all restraint, but I know how to wait.
In rousing I establish faces out of clay.
When drowsing I extinguish flames that burn all day.
In the streets, I see children, I see them rush through their campaigns, but I know how to wait.
But every time I see you, I don't know what to say.
And though I think I need you, it seems so out of place for me to feel so weighed down, the mountain makes my feel the clock is counting.
So I'll just wait until the snake steals from the crow.
I've told you nothing 'cause that's all there's left to know.
In the streets, I see pilgrims, I see them losing all restraint, burn their last complaint, and knowing, turn to faint, but I know how to wait.
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