B Machine – Letras de Opal

Panic fills my glass
To overflow at last
Drowning faint ideas
Until the shock can pass

I am tracing the bluest vein
Through a curve in her skin
Spreading like wings
Through a curve in her skin

I watch through the reddest eyes
Even in the rise and fall of here sigh
Through a curve in her skin

I've seen pictures of you
That make me pause
Even though you've aged
I still feel lost