Текст песни Paarse Avond - Into the Purple Sunset Haze

Creep in chase of
Dripping faces,
Startled by their stares;
Braidless laces
Of their spaces
Smashed down by their airs.

Dip on skimming
The sun's dimming,
Grip this purple haze!

The truth which you're hiding,
The God whom you're finding,
Clamps down the laughter
Thundering out from your lips.
And your eyes choke the rips
Made by all humble gulls,
Those who have never mulled
Over their powdered lives.
Those who have never touched
Sacred bees' dark-green hives
Hovering over the sparks
Of premordial Grief,
Which begets us the thief
Who makes his falling deed
Every evening
By making us lie with the sun.

Fly in chase of
Dripping spaces,
Startled by their stars;
Braidless laces
Of their faces
Will just stay afar.

Dip on skimming
The sun's dimming,
Grip this purple haze!