Song | Grand Paradise |
Artist | Foxing |
Album | Nearer My God |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:30.53] | I can be romantic |
[00:36.90] | When I'm starving for sleep |
[00:42.23] | When I try but I can't seem |
[00:45.05] | To remember anything |
[00:51.60] | With hair from a dog |
[00:57.17] | I’ve got a fistful of its mane |
[01:02.41] | It’s too coarse to stomach |
[01:05.18] | So I shove it down my throat |
[01:07.68] | Luck left late Saturday and now |
[01:12.97] | Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed |
[01:16.83] | They watch me sleeping in the kennel again |
[01:22.43] | I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit |
[01:31.72] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[01:36.97] | I’m shock-collared at the gates of heaven |
[01:42.28] | 25 years that I’ve been trying to shake loose |
[01:48.67] | And if I try to sit still |
[01:51.12] | Then someone's breathing down my neck |
[01:58.06] | So I'm embarrassing myself again |
[02:04.18] | I should see myself out |
[02:09.18] | Lay me down in the tub |
[02:11.73] | Throw away my phone |
[02:13.80] | Strap a muzzle to my mouth now |
[02:19.11] | And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed |
[02:23.62] | They watch me sleeping in the kennel again |
[02:30.16] | I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit |
[02:38.42] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[02:41.43] | |
[02:54.56] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[03:05.19] | If I listen I can hear |
[03:07.00] | Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a |
[03:11.86] | Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now |
[03:17.30] | I've done nothing right |
[03:19.75] | I've gone wrong beside |
[03:22.50] | I can't see what's there |
[03:26.50] | But If I listen I can hear |
[03:28.03] | Luck bent low roar drum pressed to the glass |
[03:33.25] | The glass pressed loose soft spots marked on the wall |
[03:38.36] | Wall an empty stomach |
[03:41.05] | I've done nothing right |
[03:43.83] | I can't see what's there |
[03:47.83] | If I listen I can hear it |
[03:49.41] | Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a |
[03:54.54] | Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now |
[03:59.72] | I've done nothing right |
[04:02.25] | I've gone wrong beside |
[04:05.00] | I can't see what's there |
[04:08.86] | I can't see anything at all |
[04:11.84] |
[00:30.53] | I can be romantic |
[00:36.90] | When I' m starving for sleep |
[00:42.23] | When I try but I can' t seem |
[00:45.05] | To remember anything |
[00:51.60] | With hair from a dog |
[00:57.17] | I' ve got a fistful of its mane |
[01:02.41] | It' s too coarse to stomach |
[01:05.18] | So I shove it down my throat |
[01:07.68] | Luck left late Saturday and now |
[01:12.97] | Jesus Christ I' m wrecked to bed |
[01:16.83] | They watch me sleeping in the kennel again |
[01:22.43] | I can' t recall the bark but the bay, I admit |
[01:31.72] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[01:36.97] | I' m shockcollared at the gates of heaven |
[01:42.28] | 25 years that I' ve been trying to shake loose |
[01:48.67] | And if I try to sit still |
[01:51.12] | Then someone' s breathing down my neck |
[01:58.06] | So I' m embarrassing myself again |
[02:04.18] | I should see myself out |
[02:09.18] | Lay me down in the tub |
[02:11.73] | Throw away my phone |
[02:13.80] | Strap a muzzle to my mouth now |
[02:19.11] | And Jesus Christ I' m wrecked to bed |
[02:23.62] | They watch me sleeping in the kennel again |
[02:30.16] | I can' t recall the bark but the bay, I admit |
[02:38.42] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[02:41.43] | |
[02:54.56] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[03:05.19] | If I listen I can hear |
[03:07.00] | Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a |
[03:11.86] | Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now |
[03:17.30] | I' ve done nothing right |
[03:19.75] | I' ve gone wrong beside |
[03:22.50] | I can' t see what' s there |
[03:26.50] | But If I listen I can hear |
[03:28.03] | Luck bent low roar drum pressed to the glass |
[03:33.25] | The glass pressed loose soft spots marked on the wall |
[03:38.36] | Wall an empty stomach |
[03:41.05] | I' ve done nothing right |
[03:43.83] | I can' t see what' s there |
[03:47.83] | If I listen I can hear it |
[03:49.41] | Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a |
[03:54.54] | Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now |
[03:59.72] | I' ve done nothing right |
[04:02.25] | I' ve gone wrong beside |
[04:05.00] | I can' t see what' s there |
[04:08.86] | I can' t see anything at all |
[04:11.84] |
[00:30.53] | I can be romantic |
[00:36.90] | When I' m starving for sleep |
[00:42.23] | When I try but I can' t seem |
[00:45.05] | To remember anything |
[00:51.60] | With hair from a dog |
[00:57.17] | I' ve got a fistful of its mane |
[01:02.41] | It' s too coarse to stomach |
[01:05.18] | So I shove it down my throat |
[01:07.68] | Luck left late Saturday and now |
[01:12.97] | Jesus Christ I' m wrecked to bed |
[01:16.83] | They watch me sleeping in the kennel again |
[01:22.43] | I can' t recall the bark but the bay, I admit |
[01:31.72] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[01:36.97] | I' m shockcollared at the gates of heaven |
[01:42.28] | 25 years that I' ve been trying to shake loose |
[01:48.67] | And if I try to sit still |
[01:51.12] | Then someone' s breathing down my neck |
[01:58.06] | So I' m embarrassing myself again |
[02:04.18] | I should see myself out |
[02:09.18] | Lay me down in the tub |
[02:11.73] | Throw away my phone |
[02:13.80] | Strap a muzzle to my mouth now |
[02:19.11] | And Jesus Christ I' m wrecked to bed |
[02:23.62] | They watch me sleeping in the kennel again |
[02:30.16] | I can' t recall the bark but the bay, I admit |
[02:38.42] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[02:41.43] | |
[02:54.56] | If I was listening I could hear it |
[03:05.19] | If I listen I can hear |
[03:07.00] | Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a |
[03:11.86] | Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now |
[03:17.30] | I' ve done nothing right |
[03:19.75] | I' ve gone wrong beside |
[03:22.50] | I can' t see what' s there |
[03:26.50] | But If I listen I can hear |
[03:28.03] | Luck bent low roar drum pressed to the glass |
[03:33.25] | The glass pressed loose soft spots marked on the wall |
[03:38.36] | Wall an empty stomach |
[03:41.05] | I' ve done nothing right |
[03:43.83] | I can' t see what' s there |
[03:47.83] | If I listen I can hear it |
[03:49.41] | Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a |
[03:54.54] | Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now |
[03:59.72] | I' ve done nothing right |
[04:02.25] | I' ve gone wrong beside |
[04:05.00] | I can' t see what' s there |
[04:08.86] | I can' t see anything at all |
[04:11.84] |