Summer noon I can always stay | |
To radiate what the cello can’t play | |
She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
Like a lioness or a coyote | |
At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
I followed the finger to the creature’s gate | |
In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
Really at the core of it, it wasn’t so bad | |
Never leave your mother’s womb | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Summer noon I can always stay | |
To radiate what the cello can’t play | |
She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
Like a lioness or a coyote | |
At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
I followed the finger to the creature’s gate | |
In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
Really at the core of it, it wasn’t so bad | |
Never leave your mother’s womb | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon |
Summer noon I can always stay | |
To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
Like a lioness or a coyote | |
At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
Never leave your mother' s womb | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Summer noon I can always stay | |
To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
Like a lioness or a coyote | |
At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
Never leave your mother' s womb | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon |
Summer noon I can always stay | |
To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
Like a lioness or a coyote | |
At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
Never leave your mother' s womb | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Summer noon I can always stay | |
To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
Like a lioness or a coyote | |
At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
Never leave your mother' s womb | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon |