Song | 1000 flaming dragonflies |
Artist | A Toys Orchestra |
Album | Cuckoo boohoo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark | |
as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic | |
but the night that will comes | |
knows all my prayers better | |
she will clasp me in her arms | |
she will crumble me as a bun | |
The moon has drunk too much | |
she’s drowned into her scotch | |
but I’ll count the sheep,I’ll count my breathes, | |
I’ll count the bites on my lips, | |
the autumn leaves,the can of beer, | |
the newborn tears,the glasses filled, | |
the human fears,theunpayed bills, | |
the fish of the sea... | |
No whale will sing tonight | |
no zodiac will give me a light | |
1000 flaming dragonflies | |
make my way through the ice | |
But downthere,we are just a number, | |
a dive into the air, | |
the memory of a tale | |
If you could go under my cold and trembling skin | |
and if you could stop my breathe.. | |
only then you would stop me. |
The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark | |
as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic | |
but the night that will comes | |
knows all my prayers better | |
she will clasp me in her arms | |
she will crumble me as a bun | |
The moon has drunk too much | |
she' s drowned into her scotch | |
but I' ll count the sheep, I' ll count my breathes, | |
I' ll count the bites on my lips, | |
the autumn leaves, the can of beer, | |
the newborn tears, the glasses filled, | |
the human fears, theunpayed bills, | |
the fish of the sea... | |
No whale will sing tonight | |
no zodiac will give me a light | |
1000 flaming dragonflies | |
make my way through the ice | |
But downthere, we are just a number, | |
a dive into the air, | |
the memory of a tale | |
If you could go under my cold and trembling skin | |
and if you could stop my breathe.. | |
only then you would stop me. |
The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark | |
as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic | |
but the night that will comes | |
knows all my prayers better | |
she will clasp me in her arms | |
she will crumble me as a bun | |
The moon has drunk too much | |
she' s drowned into her scotch | |
but I' ll count the sheep, I' ll count my breathes, | |
I' ll count the bites on my lips, | |
the autumn leaves, the can of beer, | |
the newborn tears, the glasses filled, | |
the human fears, theunpayed bills, | |
the fish of the sea... | |
No whale will sing tonight | |
no zodiac will give me a light | |
1000 flaming dragonflies | |
make my way through the ice | |
But downthere, we are just a number, | |
a dive into the air, | |
the memory of a tale | |
If you could go under my cold and trembling skin | |
and if you could stop my breathe.. | |
only then you would stop me. |