All spun out of control
In the low brick houses
With a touch of mild chaos
Mysteriously lit windows,
Hear vague sounds.
And it seems for some reason,
What's more cheerful and warm,
That there are real people,
Friendly and relatives.
Imply a compelling,
Paralyze the will.
Impossible to pass by,
All spun out of control, as-well.
Sparkling showcases and stands
There's a mummy in the picture.
Run away from them in second-hand
And at flea markets.
In the winding alleys,
Rove, select, touching,
Candlesticks, boxes,
And beads centenarians beauties.
Imply a compelling,
Paralyze the will.
Impossible to pass by,
All spun out of control, as-well.
Do not want to sign spectacular,
Comfort or prestige,
A sincere relationship
Let vulnerable, but closer.
From the sultry, warm place
Pull the legs and arms
Those from the same test,
Family, friends, girlfriends.
Imply a compelling,
Paralyze the will.
Impossible to pass by,
All spun out of control, as-well.
