Classic Tapes Lyrics
| Song | Classic Tapes |
| Artist | Hallelujah the Hills |
| Album | Colonial Drones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Walsh | |
| oh we crashed in the ash | |
| and then the cash of the titans blew out to sea | |
| but you, you broke out the map | |
| lead us out of the country | |
| through the haunted hallway | |
| I strayed during the ticker tape parade | |
| you were gathering blank tapes | |
| for the never ceasing project of the documentarian | |
| my dear, I could drift into backyards | |
| during nights of no moonlight | |
| and never reappear | |
| you know that something | |
| would grab a hold of me slowly | |
| make love to me only | |
| and pull me deep underground | |
| forever is incomprehensible | |
| but still attainable | |
| with a little luck, a lawyer, and a fine tuned radio | |
| the stop light changes but nothing else does | |
| it kept me waiting just because | |
| so delete all your dead friends from you cell phone | |
| it keeps you inside that certain zone: home | |
| Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha | |
| I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it | |
| a devil, a devil, a devil, a devil | |
| or an angel, an angel, an angel, an angel | |
| nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer |
| zuo qu : Walsh | |
| oh we crashed in the ash | |
| and then the cash of the titans blew out to sea | |
| but you, you broke out the map | |
| lead us out of the country | |
| through the haunted hallway | |
| I strayed during the ticker tape parade | |
| you were gathering blank tapes | |
| for the never ceasing project of the documentarian | |
| my dear, I could drift into backyards | |
| during nights of no moonlight | |
| and never reappear | |
| you know that something | |
| would grab a hold of me slowly | |
| make love to me only | |
| and pull me deep underground | |
| forever is incomprehensible | |
| but still attainable | |
| with a little luck, a lawyer, and a fine tuned radio | |
| the stop light changes but nothing else does | |
| it kept me waiting just because | |
| so delete all your dead friends from you cell phone | |
| it keeps you inside that certain zone: home | |
| Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha | |
| I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it | |
| a devil, a devil, a devil, a devil | |
| or an angel, an angel, an angel, an angel | |
| nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer |
| zuò qǔ : Walsh | |
| oh we crashed in the ash | |
| and then the cash of the titans blew out to sea | |
| but you, you broke out the map | |
| lead us out of the country | |
| through the haunted hallway | |
| I strayed during the ticker tape parade | |
| you were gathering blank tapes | |
| for the never ceasing project of the documentarian | |
| my dear, I could drift into backyards | |
| during nights of no moonlight | |
| and never reappear | |
| you know that something | |
| would grab a hold of me slowly | |
| make love to me only | |
| and pull me deep underground | |
| forever is incomprehensible | |
| but still attainable | |
| with a little luck, a lawyer, and a fine tuned radio | |
| the stop light changes but nothing else does | |
| it kept me waiting just because | |
| so delete all your dead friends from you cell phone | |
| it keeps you inside that certain zone: home | |
| Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha | |
| I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it | |
| a devil, a devil, a devil, a devil | |
| or an angel, an angel, an angel, an angel | |
| nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer |
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