Sounds of the crash can be heard
Echoing all through the years winding streams
Calm isolation to sweet penetration
Living on from beat to beat
Her hairnet would hang on his chin
Buzzes her world from inside her key
Boistered from beers, the celibate fears
Can not be late or his PA
Welcome to the human race
Down from the mountain now
[0:50] Into the valley of mine
Down from the mountain now
They whisper
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