Iga Massardi
The Noble Savage
Bones and stones will collide with hopes
And fear of lust, old lust
Don’t believe the words he sold so fierce
Through those tubes, old tubes..
Move inside your skin i don’t mind dying
And down to your heart inside and out
I wish i was blind just for awhile
An ageless cloak covers the oak
Don’t believe a word
Don’t believe a word
Anchorage is so far don’t you think?
But why we’re feeling this blistering, blistering cold?
Move inside your skin i don’t mind dying
And down to your heart inside and out
I wish i was blind just for awhile
An ageless cloak covers the oak
Don’t believe a word
Don’t believe a word
It lurks like spinning wheels
Don’t believe in words
Don’t believe in words
I’ll pay tribute to the wires and tubes
Wires and tubes
Wires and tubes