歌曲 | Quince |
歌手 | Fair to Midland |
专辑 | Inter. Funda. Stifle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
You could’ve been raised in | |
AfricaLacked in our vigor | |
Been an X on the calendar | |
Losing our cool in | |
Antarctica | |
So I put my coat on ya | |
The breeze was light burgundy | |
A northern star over | |
IstanbulSo | |
I sing you my martyr’s code' | |
Till you capture the sailboats | |
Subtracting the fees under carried time | |
Somewhere over the great divide | |
Clap like a canister | |
You could’ve been raised in | |
AfricaLacked in our vigor | |
Been an X on the calendar | |
Losing our cool in | |
Antarctica | |
So I put my coat on ya | |
The breeze was light burgundy | |
I have an army suited and ready | |
For you to simply take a bite and steer | |
We’re more than prepared to fight this unfair | |
All you need do is tease your taste and steer | |
Your crimes | |
Are not mine or theirs | |
Weary from the wear you invent | |
I forgetFor sometime | |
I’ve been underground | |
And dug to the sound of your breath… | |
I forget |
You could' ve been raised in | |
AfricaLacked in our vigor | |
Been an X on the calendar | |
Losing our cool in | |
Antarctica | |
So I put my coat on ya | |
The breeze was light burgundy | |
A northern star over | |
IstanbulSo | |
I sing you my martyr' s code' | |
Till you capture the sailboats | |
Subtracting the fees under carried time | |
Somewhere over the great divide | |
Clap like a canister | |
You could' ve been raised in | |
AfricaLacked in our vigor | |
Been an X on the calendar | |
Losing our cool in | |
Antarctica | |
So I put my coat on ya | |
The breeze was light burgundy | |
I have an army suited and ready | |
For you to simply take a bite and steer | |
We' re more than prepared to fight this unfair | |
All you need do is tease your taste and steer | |
Your crimes | |
Are not mine or theirs | |
Weary from the wear you invent | |
I forgetFor sometime | |
I' ve been underground | |
And dug to the sound of your breath | |
I forget |
You could' ve been raised in | |
AfricaLacked in our vigor | |
Been an X on the calendar | |
Losing our cool in | |
Antarctica | |
So I put my coat on ya | |
The breeze was light burgundy | |
A northern star over | |
IstanbulSo | |
I sing you my martyr' s code' | |
Till you capture the sailboats | |
Subtracting the fees under carried time | |
Somewhere over the great divide | |
Clap like a canister | |
You could' ve been raised in | |
AfricaLacked in our vigor | |
Been an X on the calendar | |
Losing our cool in | |
Antarctica | |
So I put my coat on ya | |
The breeze was light burgundy | |
I have an army suited and ready | |
For you to simply take a bite and steer | |
We' re more than prepared to fight this unfair | |
All you need do is tease your taste and steer | |
Your crimes | |
Are not mine or theirs | |
Weary from the wear you invent | |
I forgetFor sometime | |
I' ve been underground | |
And dug to the sound of your breath | |
I forget |