Song | 22 |
Artist | Monkey Swallows the Universe |
Album | The Bright Carvings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
For the day I'm not here, when I'm gone and I'm sorry | |
If I don't have time, you know what I mean | |
When I'm far, not far from here, when I've signed for another year | |
I'll be so…you know | |
When the white old moon's in the dead old sky | |
And you're looking on from the window of your own room | |
It is such bad luck that you will not recover | |
Do you believe that? | |
Wake up, light. This place is my right | |
Night, city light, I can see to the field | |
And I'll go there someday | |
I'll look back and I'll see my window | |
When the white old moon's in the dead old sky | |
And you're looking on from the window of your own room | |
It is such bad luck that you will not recover | |
Do you believe that? | |
You shouldn't believe that a crack in the pavement | |
Is to break, not be broken | |
The cracks are in your mind – it's full of holes | |
And you shouldn't have believed that after all this time |
For the day I' m not here, when I' m gone and I' m sorry | |
If I don' t have time, you know what I mean | |
When I' m far, not far from here, when I' ve signed for another year | |
I' ll be so you know | |
When the white old moon' s in the dead old sky | |
And you' re looking on from the window of your own room | |
It is such bad luck that you will not recover | |
Do you believe that? | |
Wake up, light. This place is my right | |
Night, city light, I can see to the field | |
And I' ll go there someday | |
I' ll look back and I' ll see my window | |
When the white old moon' s in the dead old sky | |
And you' re looking on from the window of your own room | |
It is such bad luck that you will not recover | |
Do you believe that? | |
You shouldn' t believe that a crack in the pavement | |
Is to break, not be broken | |
The cracks are in your mind it' s full of holes | |
And you shouldn' t have believed that after all this time |
For the day I' m not here, when I' m gone and I' m sorry | |
If I don' t have time, you know what I mean | |
When I' m far, not far from here, when I' ve signed for another year | |
I' ll be so you know | |
When the white old moon' s in the dead old sky | |
And you' re looking on from the window of your own room | |
It is such bad luck that you will not recover | |
Do you believe that? | |
Wake up, light. This place is my right | |
Night, city light, I can see to the field | |
And I' ll go there someday | |
I' ll look back and I' ll see my window | |
When the white old moon' s in the dead old sky | |
And you' re looking on from the window of your own room | |
It is such bad luck that you will not recover | |
Do you believe that? | |
You shouldn' t believe that a crack in the pavement | |
Is to break, not be broken | |
The cracks are in your mind it' s full of holes | |
And you shouldn' t have believed that after all this time |