Outside the plantation is growing The quiet whispers of the tribes The crystal's edge
And time is crispy a pigeon with throbbing heart They stop and listen
To the plant's dreams out there that sneaks in under the seam and the fabric's crackling on the floor
Outside the plantation is growing The quiet whispers of the tribes The crystal's edge
And time is crispy a pigeon with throbbing heart They stop and listen
To the plant's dreams out there that sneaks in under the seam and the fabric's crackling on the floor