You sit at the edge of the world
I'm in a crater that's no more
Words without letters glaring at the shore
Standing at the shadow of the door
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard
Little fish rain down from the sky
Outside the window there are soldiers
Stealing themselves to die
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
When your heart is closed
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
That pierces your dreams
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone and more
Lifting the hem of her azure dress
She gazes at Kafka on the shore
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
When your heart is closed
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
That pierces your dreams
Weinf - Kafka on the Shore Lyrics
Weinf - Kafka on the Shore Lyrics
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You sit at the edge of the world
I'm in a crater that's no more
Words without letters glaring at the shore
Standing at the shadow of the door
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard
Little fish rain down from the sky
Outside the window there are soldiers
Stealing themselves to die
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
When your heart is closed
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
That pierces your dreams
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone and more
Lifting the hem of her azure dress
She gazes at Kafka on the shore
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
When your heart is closed
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
That pierces your dreams
I'm in a crater that's no more
Words without letters glaring at the shore
Standing at the shadow of the door
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard
Little fish rain down from the sky
Outside the window there are soldiers
Stealing themselves to die
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
When your heart is closed
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
That pierces your dreams
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone and more
Lifting the hem of her azure dress
She gazes at Kafka on the shore
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world
When your heart is closed
The shadow of the unmoving sphinx becomes a knife
That pierces your dreams
Writer: Weinf
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid