The Wanderer
Kid A
"blonde"
your hair, bleached with streaks of the peroxide sun, is golden silk;
is your soul cleansed of darkness too?
but the sunlight has left shadows,
swimming like moonlight over your luminous landscape
which is it my pretty paradox?
your hair, bleached with streaks of the peroxide sun, is golden silk;
is your soul cleansed of darkness too?
but the sunlight has left shadows,
swimming like moonlight over your luminous landscape
which is it my pretty paradox?