Текст (слова) песни: Oysterhead - Little Faces

 
In the dawn 
When my toes are cold 
They spread their little trinkets on the ground 
In the hall 
By the closet door 
They creep into my bed without a sound 
On a cube 
In a plastic egg 
A hundred fabric figures in a pile 
See them march 
Toward me in a line 
And dance across the floor in a single file 
 
Little faces keep no track of time 
Little faces speaking out in rhyme 
Little faces smiling in my mind 
 
Tiny doors 
For walking through 
While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things 
And the phone 
For talking through 
They often pull the cable when it rings 
Sinking ships 
On a foamy sea 
That roll and tumble slowly from the motion of their filthy 
Little hands 
Their little hands 
 
Little faces keep no track of time 
Little faces speaking out in rhyme 
Little faces smiling in my mind 
 
In the dark 
When their eyes are wide 
They listen to the secrets that I tell 
In a ball 
On their tiny beds 
Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell 
And the moon 
Beams that split the night 
Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces 
As they drift into a dream 
In a dream 
 
Little faces keep no track of time 
Little faces speaking out in rhyme 
Little faces smiling in my mind
 

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