Song | A Piano |
Artist | Haley Bonar |
Album | Golder |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The King and Queen of many things, | |
but not the Cuckoo’s colored wings, | |
had laughed at me and everything | |
around the land that lay so barren | |
I still wonder if they’re laughing | |
in the dark with folded hands | |
and swollen choreographed speeches | |
“read the cards and we will teach you | |
how to see through the looking glass | |
and how to fight a thousand deaths” | |
and come out sober | |
and blame you for nothing. | |
I headed for the mountains, and, | |
I walked up to the great green trees | |
but they just stared right back at me | |
said I could stay there through my pain | |
could learn to make my tears the rain | |
for branches that would still remain | |
you must be tough | |
to be a tree, to take the claws and | |
winter breeze | |
“you love him more than you will know, | |
you’ll fight a war and kill some men | |
you’ll take the long way back to him”. | |
we could move out west and buy a piano | |
we can move out west and buy a piano. |
The King and Queen of many things, | |
but not the Cuckoo' s colored wings, | |
had laughed at me and everything | |
around the land that lay so barren | |
I still wonder if they' re laughing | |
in the dark with folded hands | |
and swollen choreographed speeches | |
" read the cards and we will teach you | |
how to see through the looking glass | |
and how to fight a thousand deaths" | |
and come out sober | |
and blame you for nothing. | |
I headed for the mountains, and, | |
I walked up to the great green trees | |
but they just stared right back at me | |
said I could stay there through my pain | |
could learn to make my tears the rain | |
for branches that would still remain | |
you must be tough | |
to be a tree, to take the claws and | |
winter breeze | |
" you love him more than you will know, | |
you' ll fight a war and kill some men | |
you' ll take the long way back to him". | |
we could move out west and buy a piano | |
we can move out west and buy a piano. |
The King and Queen of many things, | |
but not the Cuckoo' s colored wings, | |
had laughed at me and everything | |
around the land that lay so barren | |
I still wonder if they' re laughing | |
in the dark with folded hands | |
and swollen choreographed speeches | |
" read the cards and we will teach you | |
how to see through the looking glass | |
and how to fight a thousand deaths" | |
and come out sober | |
and blame you for nothing. | |
I headed for the mountains, and, | |
I walked up to the great green trees | |
but they just stared right back at me | |
said I could stay there through my pain | |
could learn to make my tears the rain | |
for branches that would still remain | |
you must be tough | |
to be a tree, to take the claws and | |
winter breeze | |
" you love him more than you will know, | |
you' ll fight a war and kill some men | |
you' ll take the long way back to him". | |
we could move out west and buy a piano | |
we can move out west and buy a piano. |