Turn me to the canyon's anchor Flip me from an old headbanger Into seas of fishes and my friends
On the wall of New York City I can see the spring committee Plummet to the bluey ocean floor
5 4 3 2 1 I know that I can find you I know that I can find you
Buy a ball and cut his head off Re-enact the words you speak of Til your memory trickles down my spine
Western girl, you are my snowflake Burn inside the open earthquake Til your memory rolls in perfect time
5 4 3 2 1 I know where I can find you I know where I can find you
I had a nice time here with you upon your legs The sweeter the sea is all the clouds burst from your springs And out of the blue float all these bruises on your shins You'll bleed, bleed for the first time, bleed, bleed for the first time, bleed, bleed Ah...
5 4 3 2 1 I know that I can find you I know that I can find you
Cause I can talk to you through tin cans Tied together with some string, man We can tangle stories all through spaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
