Tekstovi: Hooverphonic. The President Of The LSD Golf Club. Black Marble Tiles.

Black marble tiles
Shiny dark eyes
Reflections glooming bright
We can walk for hours
Without knowing where we are
In a labyrinth of thought

Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
I won't matter to refuse

White marble stairs
Leading nowhere
Overwhelmingly unfair
We can talk for hours
Without knowing what we say
In this silly little game

Pink marble fire
Am I going insane
Addicted to the pain
I can search for hours
But the more I do explore
The less I know what for


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