He And Sleep Were Brothers - Bill Nelson

作词：Bill Nelson

作曲：Bill Nelson

He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of my design

Clinging to each other through each moment of their crime

Young boys would be angels hanging naked from the sky

Time delays reaction captured falling do or die

In the realms of flesh and bone beyond the spiral city

People dance on broken glass to rhythms of self pity

Time reveals as shape on film each act of heroism

Death defies the camera eye and steals the gift of vision

He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of their invention

Driving cars that shift no gears across the maps of heaven

Colours cut and clash and flare and come into collision

Certain forms of fear provide this cure for hypnotism