A hazy horizon is closing The curtain to our perfect stage How I stumbled twisted slightly Atrociously The world is landing at my feet Who all of the faces could it be Where all of the places should it be Laughing and coughing Coughing and laughing In the hanging gardens Of Semiramis A hazy horizon is closing The curtain to our perfect stage I stumbled twisted slightly Atrociously The world is landing at my feet Who all of the faces could it be Where all of the places should it be Laughing and coughing Coughing and laughing In the hanging gardens Of Semiramis
Switch to English 
