The Pretty Things Parachute Lyrics
sponsored linksWhite ice towers, slow dissolving
Below savage moon
Iron cities soon to rust.
Warned first by the gathering shadows
From wide vapor deserts
They turned turned towards the sea.
Pale worn the walking, pass
Through concrete glades.
Torn shadows, slashed silence
Written by: Kevin Hogdahl, Victor Thell, Maria Jane Smith, Anton Ewald
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP