Song | Pelicans |
Artist | Patrick Wolf |
Album | Brumalia EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Caught in the drifting years | |
between my youth | |
and adulthood | |
must I slow down now? | |
between the breaking wave | |
and the ghost of this town glory days | |
and the pelican suspension | |
here to refuel the passion spent | |
on our loves tournaments | |
into the arms of adventure | |
into the arms of combustion | |
into the arms of open air | |
I long to be as careless as I once was | |
but how do I vapour this pressure off? | |
this pressure off! | |
Peòicans go where they dare | |
there let this be | |
the shortest day now of my year | |
pelicans go where ever | |
where 'ere they dare | |
into the arms of adventure | |
pelicans go where ever | |
wehere 'ere they dare | |
into th arms of adventure | |
pelicans go where ever | |
wehere 'ere they dare | |
into the arms of daytona | |
into the arms | |
of the love he's giving | |
and wade into the salt | |
the salten air | |
open air | |
the morning mist | |
clears... open air |
Caught in the drifting years | |
between my youth | |
and adulthood | |
must I slow down now? | |
between the breaking wave | |
and the ghost of this town glory days | |
and the pelican suspension | |
here to refuel the passion spent | |
on our loves tournaments | |
into the arms of adventure | |
into the arms of combustion | |
into the arms of open air | |
I long to be as careless as I once was | |
but how do I vapour this pressure off? | |
this pressure off! | |
Peo icans go where they dare | |
there let this be | |
the shortest day now of my year | |
pelicans go where ever | |
where ' ere they dare | |
into the arms of adventure | |
pelicans go where ever | |
wehere ' ere they dare | |
into th arms of adventure | |
pelicans go where ever | |
wehere ' ere they dare | |
into the arms of daytona | |
into the arms | |
of the love he' s giving | |
and wade into the salt | |
the salten air | |
open air | |
the morning mist | |
clears... open air |
Caught in the drifting years | |
between my youth | |
and adulthood | |
must I slow down now? | |
between the breaking wave | |
and the ghost of this town glory days | |
and the pelican suspension | |
here to refuel the passion spent | |
on our loves tournaments | |
into the arms of adventure | |
into the arms of combustion | |
into the arms of open air | |
I long to be as careless as I once was | |
but how do I vapour this pressure off? | |
this pressure off! | |
Peò icans go where they dare | |
there let this be | |
the shortest day now of my year | |
pelicans go where ever | |
where ' ere they dare | |
into the arms of adventure | |
pelicans go where ever | |
wehere ' ere they dare | |
into th arms of adventure | |
pelicans go where ever | |
wehere ' ere they dare | |
into the arms of daytona | |
into the arms | |
of the love he' s giving | |
and wade into the salt | |
the salten air | |
open air | |
the morning mist | |
clears... open air |