Song | Baffled And Beat |
Artist | Little Fish |
Album | Baffled And Beat |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
I feel like the echo of a cockle | |
Where nothing looks right even through your eyes | |
I swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight There’s a bad taste of karma and I’m dead in advance | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
In the low light | |
I watch you | |
In the low light | |
I watch you | |
Constrained | |
Baffled and beat | |
With the sky and the sea where the shoreline meets | |
And the sun and the journey dances in between | |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sky where the people play | |
Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
Like the echo of a cockle where nothing looks right | |
Swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight A bad taste of karma and I’m dead in advance | |
Oh, in your eyes see the pain of mine | |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la, oh | |
See the rain | |
Cover the sea | |
Blue sky fall | |
Down to its knees | |
I fell to the earth, drank tears from your cheek | |
Feel the heat won’t let me breathe | |
Said, I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
I feel like the echo of a cockle | |
Where nothing looks right even through your eyes | |
I swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight There' s a bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
In the low light | |
I watch you | |
In the low light | |
I watch you | |
Constrained | |
Baffled and beat | |
With the sky and the sea where the shoreline meets | |
And the sun and the journey dances in between | |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sky where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
Like the echo of a cockle where nothing looks right | |
Swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight A bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
Oh, in your eyes see the pain of mine | |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la, oh | |
See the rain | |
Cover the sea | |
Blue sky fall | |
Down to its knees | |
I fell to the earth, drank tears from your cheek | |
Feel the heat won' t let me breathe | |
Said, I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
I feel like the echo of a cockle | |
Where nothing looks right even through your eyes | |
I swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight There' s a bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
In the low light | |
I watch you | |
In the low light | |
I watch you | |
Constrained | |
Baffled and beat | |
With the sky and the sea where the shoreline meets | |
And the sun and the journey dances in between | |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sky where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
Like the echo of a cockle where nothing looks right | |
Swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight A bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
Oh, in your eyes see the pain of mine | |
I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la, oh | |
See the rain | |
Cover the sea | |
Blue sky fall | |
Down to its knees | |
I fell to the earth, drank tears from your cheek | |
Feel the heat won' t let me breathe | |
Said, I feel like going away | |
To a place in the sun where the people play | |
Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
Oh, la la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la | |
La la la la |