Whisper...
Birds fly, in the eye
of the faithless daughter,
Broken, at the bitter end
Wasted, sacrificed for a new Nirvana
Night time, sends us on our way
A whisper to a scream
We are, we are,
we are but your children,
Finding our way around indecision,
We are, we are
we are ever helpless,
Take us forever,
A whisper to a scream
-Ian McNabb, Icicle Works, 1983
of the faithless daughter,
Broken, at the bitter end
Wasted, sacrificed for a new Nirvana
Night time, sends us on our way
A whisper to a scream
We are, we are,
we are but your children,
Finding our way around indecision,
We are, we are
we are ever helpless,
Take us forever,
A whisper to a scream
-Ian McNabb, Icicle Works, 1983
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