Silver Apples – Babylon Whores – letras

The earth becomes gold / And gold earth / A promise inhaled / With the breath of our birth / We chase the dragon / Trip the lights / Burning our eyes / On marvelous sightsWe are there (once awake) / Once asleep (never more) / Can we open the doorAnd in the end / We kiss the ones / Sleeping next to us / With the lips of a snake / Heart full of Hell / Fearing that they would wake / So fragile they could break