We’re Hauling Land Through The Air. 歌词

歌曲	We’re Hauling Land Through The Air.
歌手	Uniform Motion
专辑	One Frame Per Second
下载	Image LRC TXT

	Such a rage, you inspired.
	Like we’re hauling land through the air.
	Like the selfish men, we enquired.
	Like the falling tree, we’re not there.

	And there’s something in your eyes.
	Like there’s a Molotov inside.
	And the fools will have your gold
	And throw sticks until you’re old.

	Coming out to get you, setting up a trap
	You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive.
	Jumping over mountains, running over fire
	You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide.

	Such a rage, you inspired.
	Like we’re hauling land through the air.
	Like the selfish man, I’m tired.
	Like the falling tree, I wasn’t there.

	And there’s something in your eyes.
	Like there’s a Molotov inside.
	And the fools will have your head
	And throw stones until you’re dead.

	Count your stars, kick the tires.
	Kill two birds, with your eyes.
	Gather time, in your mind.
	Count to three and start again.
	Hold the truth in your arms
	Make a wish on your terms
	Kick the saints from your town
	Count to three and start again.

	I’m tired….

	Such a rage, you inspired.
	Like we' re hauling land through the air.
	Like the selfish men, we enquired.
	Like the falling tree, we' re not there.

	And there' s something in your eyes.
	Like there' s a Molotov inside.
	And the fools will have your gold
	And throw sticks until you' re old.

	Coming out to get you, setting up a trap
	You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive.
	Jumping over mountains, running over fire
	You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide.

	Such a rage, you inspired.
	Like we' re hauling land through the air.
	Like the selfish man, I' m tired.
	Like the falling tree, I wasn' t there.

	And there' s something in your eyes.
	Like there' s a Molotov inside.
	And the fools will have your head
	And throw stones until you' re dead.

	Count your stars, kick the tires.
	Kill two birds, with your eyes.
	Gather time, in your mind.
	Count to three and start again.
	Hold the truth in your arms
	Make a wish on your terms
	Kick the saints from your town
	Count to three and start again.

	I' m tired.

	Such a rage, you inspired.
	Like we' re hauling land through the air.
	Like the selfish men, we enquired.
	Like the falling tree, we' re not there.

	And there' s something in your eyes.
	Like there' s a Molotov inside.
	And the fools will have your gold
	And throw sticks until you' re old.

	Coming out to get you, setting up a trap
	You dive, you dive, you dive, you dive.
	Jumping over mountains, running over fire
	You hide, you hide, you hide, you hide.

	Such a rage, you inspired.
	Like we' re hauling land through the air.
	Like the selfish man, I' m tired.
	Like the falling tree, I wasn' t there.

	And there' s something in your eyes.
	Like there' s a Molotov inside.
	And the fools will have your head
	And throw stones until you' re dead.

	Count your stars, kick the tires.
	Kill two birds, with your eyes.
	Gather time, in your mind.
	Count to three and start again.
	Hold the truth in your arms
	Make a wish on your terms
	Kick the saints from your town
	Count to three and start again.

	I' m tired.

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