Siouxsie and the Banshees

Clouds roll by overhead / like giant rays coast a dried-up ocean bed
Dancing winds blow a parody of swirling currents in a long forgotten sea…

Shimmer glimmer . . . Shimmer on me
The sparkling souls of dreaming children call
Shimmer glimmer . . . Shimmer on me
In streets that shine like silver waterfalls

In your eyes,  in the skies in the blood burning Indian sunrise
Shimmer on me…

We were here long ago . . . and now we roam like ghostly buffalo
First two lies then two tears . . .  subtle curves, now / glistening souvenirs

Shimmer glimmer . . . Shimmer on me
The sparkling souls of dreaming children call
Shimmer glimmer . . . Shimmer on me
In streets that shine like silver waterfalls

In your eyes,  in the skies in the blood burning Indian sunrise
In sleep we grow

In your eyes,  in the skies in the blood burning Indian sunrise
awake and go

Shimmering in silver waterfalls / Anoint me in silver waterfalls…

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