The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band
Текст песни Markley, A Group - Little Ruby Rain

"Stay in the shadows of my hand comfortable friend / You're a tree-ripened girl, still green, seen on billboards / You're a baby, not in age, but ideas / Toss and turn my friend to the end of the storm, underneath your sleeping eyelids.

Little Ruby Rain, your storm is just a game / But it's strange to be yesterday's thunder.

You're the sun reflected in the sand of a faraway land / You're a circus performer, magnificently twirling / The acrobat inside you is leisurely suspended, using no net / Destiny is below with its casual arithmetic, waiting.

Little Ruby Rain...

When the vines of Time, squared, electrify your soft hair / And four white horses with ruby-red eyes pull your casket away / Only a thimbleful of people will understand / And as the applause dies down, I'll remember you the way we are today.

Little Ruby Rain..."