Song | Letters |
Artist | Patrick Bishop |
Album | Birds of Lima |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:16.91] | words flow slowly out |
[00:20.25] | And smooth their shapes |
[00:22.29] | Crossing ground to meet me here in my return |
[00:28.00] | To meet me here when I return |
[00:31.79] | The sound sleep |
[00:33.62] | The Morning calls |
[00:35.58] | You’ve been here |
[00:37.54] | You’ve been here |
[00:47.58] | The hundred letters hug so hard |
[00:51.33] | The little letters meet my eye |
[00:55.20] | Just take a spin to the place |
[00:59.00] | no more sleep to morning grace |
[01:02.87] | No more light the days to come |
[01:06.41] | Till you’re back here, you back here |
[01:18.62] | The hanging threads we spin our young |
[01:21.79] | Wish you let go,need you back here |
[01:31.95] | And the secrets told once with that yet another way |
[01:57.58] | Words mean much to heart |
[02:00.91] | We are little said and quickly spurn |
[02:04.87] | Morning dream is fool’s cascades |
[02:09.04] | The shooting stars are lord short rage |
[02:12.62] | And with morning lost |
[02:14.20] | There is no such thing as a wise man, a wise man |
[02:28.29] | With little truth they take to drink |
[02:31.45] | And wiser yeah you are right now |
[02:41.79] | No secret is told,no one is told |
[02:48.96] | So it’s going on |
[02:57.12] | Here is what we learn and what we know |
[03:04.45] | Take your pick now |
[03:12.37] | And bent some hope |
[03:16.12] | No Picking up your cell phone as someone’s call |
[03:27.87] | No happy love |
[03:31.45] | We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
[04:14.58] | No happy love |
[04:18.04] | We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
[00:16.91] | words flow slowly out |
[00:20.25] | And smooth their shapes |
[00:22.29] | Crossing ground to meet me here in my return |
[00:28.00] | To meet me here when I return |
[00:31.79] | The sound sleep |
[00:33.62] | The Morning calls |
[00:35.58] | You' ve been here |
[00:37.54] | You' ve been here |
[00:47.58] | The hundred letters hug so hard |
[00:51.33] | The little letters meet my eye |
[00:55.20] | Just take a spin to the place |
[00:59.00] | no more sleep to morning grace |
[01:02.87] | No more light the days to come |
[01:06.41] | Till you' re back here, you back here |
[01:18.62] | The hanging threads we spin our young |
[01:21.79] | Wish you let go, need you back here |
[01:31.95] | And the secrets told once with that yet another way |
[01:57.58] | Words mean much to heart |
[02:00.91] | We are little said and quickly spurn |
[02:04.87] | Morning dream is fool' s cascades |
[02:09.04] | The shooting stars are lord short rage |
[02:12.62] | And with morning lost |
[02:14.20] | There is no such thing as a wise man, a wise man |
[02:28.29] | With little truth they take to drink |
[02:31.45] | And wiser yeah you are right now |
[02:41.79] | No secret is told, no one is told |
[02:48.96] | So it' s going on |
[02:57.12] | Here is what we learn and what we know |
[03:04.45] | Take your pick now |
[03:12.37] | And bent some hope |
[03:16.12] | No Picking up your cell phone as someone' s call |
[03:27.87] | No happy love |
[03:31.45] | We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
[04:14.58] | No happy love |
[04:18.04] | We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
[00:16.91] | words flow slowly out |
[00:20.25] | And smooth their shapes |
[00:22.29] | Crossing ground to meet me here in my return |
[00:28.00] | To meet me here when I return |
[00:31.79] | The sound sleep |
[00:33.62] | The Morning calls |
[00:35.58] | You' ve been here |
[00:37.54] | You' ve been here |
[00:47.58] | The hundred letters hug so hard |
[00:51.33] | The little letters meet my eye |
[00:55.20] | Just take a spin to the place |
[00:59.00] | no more sleep to morning grace |
[01:02.87] | No more light the days to come |
[01:06.41] | Till you' re back here, you back here |
[01:18.62] | The hanging threads we spin our young |
[01:21.79] | Wish you let go, need you back here |
[01:31.95] | And the secrets told once with that yet another way |
[01:57.58] | Words mean much to heart |
[02:00.91] | We are little said and quickly spurn |
[02:04.87] | Morning dream is fool' s cascades |
[02:09.04] | The shooting stars are lord short rage |
[02:12.62] | And with morning lost |
[02:14.20] | There is no such thing as a wise man, a wise man |
[02:28.29] | With little truth they take to drink |
[02:31.45] | And wiser yeah you are right now |
[02:41.79] | No secret is told, no one is told |
[02:48.96] | So it' s going on |
[02:57.12] | Here is what we learn and what we know |
[03:04.45] | Take your pick now |
[03:12.37] | And bent some hope |
[03:16.12] | No Picking up your cell phone as someone' s call |
[03:27.87] | No happy love |
[03:31.45] | We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |
[04:14.58] | No happy love |
[04:18.04] | We arrange the scheme and repaint repaint repaint |