歌曲 | Queen Bee |
歌手 | Hafdis Huld |
专辑 | Home |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Our flag is his coat | |
As he marches | |
Down the middle of the road | |
We slowly walk behind him | |
As we try to understand this game | |
Towards the sun | |
This fight has only just begun | |
There ain’t many things | |
He wouldn’t do for this place | |
I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He’s growing his own army of bees | |
Moving too fast | |
For the magic to last | |
On his watch the world | |
Moves a different pace | |
We all have space | |
His anchor went down | |
Kept his boots on the ground | |
Unaffected by the race taking place | |
All around | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He’s growing his own army of bees | |
He came from far away | |
Outside everyday | |
And his rooster thinks it’s morning all the time | |
Tobacco in the air | |
Whenever he is near | |
And I’m not sure if the dog is his or mine | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He’s growing his own army of bees |
Our flag is his coat | |
As he marches | |
Down the middle of the road | |
We slowly walk behind him | |
As we try to understand this game | |
Towards the sun | |
This fight has only just begun | |
There ain' t many things | |
He wouldn' t do for this place | |
I' m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god' s sake | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He' s growing his own army of bees | |
Moving too fast | |
For the magic to last | |
On his watch the world | |
Moves a different pace | |
We all have space | |
His anchor went down | |
Kept his boots on the ground | |
Unaffected by the race taking place | |
All around | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He' s growing his own army of bees | |
He came from far away | |
Outside everyday | |
And his rooster thinks it' s morning all the time | |
Tobacco in the air | |
Whenever he is near | |
And I' m not sure if the dog is his or mine | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He' s growing his own army of bees |
Our flag is his coat | |
As he marches | |
Down the middle of the road | |
We slowly walk behind him | |
As we try to understand this game | |
Towards the sun | |
This fight has only just begun | |
There ain' t many things | |
He wouldn' t do for this place | |
I' m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god' s sake | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He' s growing his own army of bees | |
Moving too fast | |
For the magic to last | |
On his watch the world | |
Moves a different pace | |
We all have space | |
His anchor went down | |
Kept his boots on the ground | |
Unaffected by the race taking place | |
All around | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He' s growing his own army of bees | |
He came from far away | |
Outside everyday | |
And his rooster thinks it' s morning all the time | |
Tobacco in the air | |
Whenever he is near | |
And I' m not sure if the dog is his or mine | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
Where the grass is green | |
Lives a man with his queen | |
Somewhere in between the trees | |
In a world that no one sees | |
He' s growing his own army of bees |