Song | Concrete Moon |
Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
Album | The Invitation To The Voyage |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Grab your umbrella ad hover over town | |
Where they’re tearin’ the decorations down | |
You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt | |
I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon | |
Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom | |
Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms | |
Wipin’ their mouths | |
Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
Where’s our electric arcades? | |
They’re so in love | |
Gone while the undertaker sleeps | |
Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve | |
Come while the liquid sky swirls dark | |
End it | |
Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
Where’s our electric arcades? | |
They’re so in love |
Grab your umbrella ad hover over town | |
Where they' re tearin' the decorations down | |
You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt | |
I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon | |
Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom | |
Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms | |
Wipin' their mouths | |
Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
Where' s our electric arcades? | |
They' re so in love | |
Gone while the undertaker sleeps | |
Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve | |
Come while the liquid sky swirls dark | |
End it | |
Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
Where' s our electric arcades? | |
They' re so in love |
Grab your umbrella ad hover over town | |
Where they' re tearin' the decorations down | |
You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt | |
I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon | |
Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom | |
Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms | |
Wipin' their mouths | |
Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
Where' s our electric arcades? | |
They' re so in love | |
Gone while the undertaker sleeps | |
Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve | |
Come while the liquid sky swirls dark | |
End it | |
Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
Where' s our electric arcades? | |
They' re so in love |