Envoi Lyrics
| Song | Envoi |
| Artist | Absynthe Minded |
| Album | Absynthe Minded |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My verses stand gawping a bit | |
| I never get used to this | |
| They lived here long enough | |
| Enough! | |
| I send them out of the house | |
| I don’t wanna wait | |
| Until their toes are cold | |
| Enough! | |
| I wanna hear the humming of the sun | |
| Or that of my heart, | |
| Hardening | |
| Enough! | |
| They don’t screw classically | |
| They babble commonly | |
| And bluster nobly | |
| Enough! Enough! | |
| In winter their lips leap | |
| In spring they lie flat at the first warmth | |
| They ruin my summer | |
| And in autumn it’s girls and a broken heart | |
| For another twelve lines on this sheet | |
| I’ll hold my hand over their head | |
| And then I’ll kick them out | |
| Enough! | |
| Go and pester elsewhere, one-cent rhymes | |
| Find somebody who cares | |
| Enough! | |
| Go now on your high feet | |
| This is where the graves laugh | |
| When they see their guests | |
| Enough! | |
| One corpse on top of the other | |
| Go now and stagger to her | |
| Whom I do not know | |
| Enough! Enough! | |
| In winter their lips leap | |
| In spring they lie flat at the first warmth | |
| They ruin my summer | |
| And in autumn it’s girls and a broken heart |
| My verses stand gawping a bit | |
| I never get used to this | |
| They lived here long enough | |
| Enough! | |
| I send them out of the house | |
| I don' t wanna wait | |
| Until their toes are cold | |
| Enough! | |
| I wanna hear the humming of the sun | |
| Or that of my heart, | |
| Hardening | |
| Enough! | |
| They don' t screw classically | |
| They babble commonly | |
| And bluster nobly | |
| Enough! Enough! | |
| In winter their lips leap | |
| In spring they lie flat at the first warmth | |
| They ruin my summer | |
| And in autumn it' s girls and a broken heart | |
| For another twelve lines on this sheet | |
| I' ll hold my hand over their head | |
| And then I' ll kick them out | |
| Enough! | |
| Go and pester elsewhere, onecent rhymes | |
| Find somebody who cares | |
| Enough! | |
| Go now on your high feet | |
| This is where the graves laugh | |
| When they see their guests | |
| Enough! | |
| One corpse on top of the other | |
| Go now and stagger to her | |
| Whom I do not know | |
| Enough! Enough! | |
| In winter their lips leap | |
| In spring they lie flat at the first warmth | |
| They ruin my summer | |
| And in autumn it' s girls and a broken heart |
| My verses stand gawping a bit | |
| I never get used to this | |
| They lived here long enough | |
| Enough! | |
| I send them out of the house | |
| I don' t wanna wait | |
| Until their toes are cold | |
| Enough! | |
| I wanna hear the humming of the sun | |
| Or that of my heart, | |
| Hardening | |
| Enough! | |
| They don' t screw classically | |
| They babble commonly | |
| And bluster nobly | |
| Enough! Enough! | |
| In winter their lips leap | |
| In spring they lie flat at the first warmth | |
| They ruin my summer | |
| And in autumn it' s girls and a broken heart | |
| For another twelve lines on this sheet | |
| I' ll hold my hand over their head | |
| And then I' ll kick them out | |
| Enough! | |
| Go and pester elsewhere, onecent rhymes | |
| Find somebody who cares | |
| Enough! | |
| Go now on your high feet | |
| This is where the graves laugh | |
| When they see their guests | |
| Enough! | |
| One corpse on top of the other | |
| Go now and stagger to her | |
| Whom I do not know | |
| Enough! Enough! | |
| In winter their lips leap | |
| In spring they lie flat at the first warmth | |
| They ruin my summer | |
| And in autumn it' s girls and a broken heart |
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