Song | Capoicity |
Artist | Powderfinger |
Album | Internationalist |
Honesty is out of style | |
So hammer in the coffin nails | |
A message sent across to land | |
With kisses for you | |
Wel tell them nothing | |
Our little secret | |
Theyl never make us, ever open up | |
Tradition in and out the door | |
Family our fatal flaw | |
A future frameless in design | |
A seamless concept | |
Wel tell them nothing | |
Our little secret | |
Theyl never make us | |
Ever open up | |
Never break our trust | |
Until wee coffin dust | |
When this feeling fades | |
Itl all seem like a waste | |
The fragile bond has shaken loose | |
This secret love a shrinking noose | |
Suffocated on the truth | |
Left with nothing |
Honesty is out of style | |
So hammer in the coffin nails | |
A message sent across to land | |
With kisses for you | |
We l tell them nothing | |
Our little secret | |
They l never make us, ever open up | |
Tradition in and out the door | |
Family our fatal flaw | |
A future frameless in design | |
A seamless concept | |
We l tell them nothing | |
Our little secret | |
They l never make us | |
Ever open up | |
Never break our trust | |
Until we e coffin dust | |
When this feeling fades | |
It l all seem like a waste | |
The fragile bond has shaken loose | |
This secret love a shrinking noose | |
Suffocated on the truth | |
Left with nothing |