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Blue Pedal - Kitchens of Distinction
Written by：Patrick Fitzgerald/Dan Goodwin/Julian Swales
All that was gold has lost it's shine
All that was sure has become obscured
Yes there was autumn
Burnished and sleek
Fit for smiling winged gliding
And now it's tarnished silver
Fading metal rusting hearts
Press the cooling pedal of blue freeze
As she must sleep again
She must sleep again
Turn the collapsing wheel of green
Turn the collapsing wheel of green
Between deaths we are butter
Soft believing melting butter
Well fed and well spread
Good fed on these deaths of our kind
Of our kind
Spiralling outer and outer beyond
What is there behind the realm of senses
Beyond love beyond our hopeless
Humanness lies the other side of
The bleeding rainbow where bones are collected
And we have come selected to recover
From this polluted mist
Between births we're tearing
Hard gurgling snarling fear lean and wary
Alert untrusty
Still fed on these deaths of our kind
Where bones are collected and we have
Come selected to recover
From this polluted mist
Outer and outer and outer and outer and outer
