Ancient Rome We built that fucker stone by stone Our fingers bled, our feet were worn But we stayed strong and carried on
Come on in Do you want to touch my bulbous head? With features wrapped and stretched to death A tiny nose is all that's left
This is not For your entertainment
The land at the end of our toes Goes on, and on, and on, and on The sand at the core of our bones It blows on, and on, and on, and on
The land at the end of our toes Goes on, and on, and on, and on The sand at the core of our bones Continues on
The basement's gone It seems they've dug up all our land The world was lowered man by man Let's move the sky and not join hands
Ancient Rome We built that fucker stone by stone Our fingers bled, our feet were worn But we stayed strong and carried on [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/biffy-clyro-sounds-like-balloons-lyrics.html ] This is not For your entertainment
The land at the end of our toes Goes on, and on, and on, and on The sand at the core of our bones It blows on, and on, and on, and on
The land at the end of our toes Goes on, and on, and on, and on The sand at the core of our bones Continues on
Life still sounds like balloons You chew and you chew and chew Your teeth crumble to the floor It's where they lay, it's where they lay
The past never really dies I don't think we even try There's no difference from Where we wake or where we die
Balloons Balloons Balloons Balloons
The land at the end of our toes Goes on, and on, and on, and on The sand at the core of our bones It blows on, and on, and on, and on
The land at the end of our toes Goes on, and on, and on, and on The sand at the core of our bones Continues onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
