Pedestals

Kashmir

It came to our coast the wind of neddles and sand 
The end of our street has lost its head in my head 
Tossed in that black nor in the feeling and boom 
The tower gave in to its poor stealing too soon 

Your luck , your luck 
Your cold luck has turned 
Walk out, walk out 
Till bright side lost its blue 

Your luck , your luck 
Your cold luck has turned 
Walk out, walk out 
Till bright side lost its blue 

The pedestals to which we hold 
All might fall down built upon on 
The pedestals to which we hold 
All might fall down built upon on 
The pedestals to which we hold 
All might fall