Crywank - The Poured Boy of Kutná Hora lyrics
[Crywank - The Poured Boy of Kutná Hora lyrics]
And Meis was crying and we did not know why
How we hope she is alright
We walked passed a cross in the dark
It was lit up, and so were the pavements
The parts in the darkness
Which are chosen to remain illuminated
Maybe now we have done what
We said we would do
You can choose the local tradition
And make artful toilets
Some say the best art is often used
I take it two tiles at a time
Paying close attention to my feet and to
My pace and to the extra cracks
I’ve played this game for such a long time
Maybe I should look up
Maybe things are looking up
Maybe I can step in the cracks
Oh but where is the fun in that?
"Should I jump and stop breathing?
I’ve thought of more complicated ways
To die" you said
And I wrote down what you said on my phone
Once again
Dan pretends a plastic bag is something else
Poured, poured boy poured, poured boy
Poured, poured boy poured, poured boy
Poured, poured boy poured, poured boy
Poured, poured boy poured, poured boy
Poured, poured boy poured, poured boy
Poured, poured boy poured, poured boy