Stop right there I feel it in my hair The slowing down of time when we’re on the island
Drink me up A vessel, buttercup They say the colours shine if you really like it
Take me down to where the sailors drown and all the waves build tombs with their electric rooms
Dark black cloud please come and be my shroud This little moth’s gone blind, pressed against the neon Mad but soft ready now to sit and watch red marquees and argyle ties crash into their deathbeds
No more kids to prove that we’re convinced that there’s a nice, safe room without a poison bloom
and we’ve been so ambitious and we make laws that kill without a voice of reason without a breath at all
If you wanna feel bad, then hang back but if you’re only kinda sad, join the pack Oh, pray for sudden rain Oh, might not win again
Stop right there Stop right there I feel it now I’m feeling downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
