Song | Queens |
Artist | Caravan Palace |
Album | Panic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
It's place called Queens, | |
but nobody's looking for trouble. | |
I'm gonna beat them all | |
in a world where I've never been. | |
(Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
Thank God there's none. | |
(Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
They sell their soul. | |
In search of twigs, | |
My body's cold as I amble. | |
I'm gonna beat them all | |
facing worlds that I've never seen. | |
(Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
Thank God there's none. | |
(Indistinguishable/Unknown) | |
They sell their soul. |