Lyrics:

Good manners define
Miss silverdeer
Then her sea of clothes
And harvest's a line
Of broken files
And unattended clues
But she still yawns in my dreams
Belly laughs and bleeds
The pouring rain goes on
And dames and gents
Have spread their scents
Moods bounce like a ball
In waves of different length
The pourin rain goes on
But birds have shown their wings extent
What's unconfessed gets off the chest
Now you know how I feel
A few dots make a line
The tape won't rewind
Please tell me why
The dice is rolled
But won't stop at all
Recallin all the paths
That we were in
Blew by the wind
Like smiles and tears
Who knows what's the deal
In the end
Close your eyes
And just
Leave them
Bottles of wine
And different points of view
On the novels no one reads
Until theyí re old enough
But she still yawns in my dreams
Belly laughs and bleeds
The pourin rain goes on
But birds have shown
Their wings extent
Whatís unconfessed gets off the chest
Don't you know how I feel?
Dreams set aside
And tape won't rewind
Please tell me why
Please tell me why