Song | No Past Land |
Artist | Russian Red |
Album | I Love Your Glasses |
[00:17.599] | If my hands weren't there' like I saw in the stream |
[00:20.900] | of the drawings been made on a full colour screen |
[00:25.240] | if they weren't to be found' then what else could I be? |
[00:33.340] | |
[00:41.150] | If your hands weren't there' like I saw in my dreams |
[00:44.950] | the poets we made' had all gone' disappeared |
[00:49.630] | |
[00:50.260] | then what else' then what else could I be? |
[00:57.880] | |
[01:05.510] | If your hands my hands strolled together around |
[01:09.700] | if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up |
[01:14.380] | |
[01:21.320] | to escape from this world' from this no past land. |
[01:30.650] | |
[01:38.150] | If I looked in the windows while walking pass through |
[01:42.900] | if I stared at the willows with my seven black truths |
[01:46.340] | if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind… |
[01:57.900] | |
[02:02.590] | If you'd like' keep perceiving what lies on my back |
[02:06.550] | and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine |
[02:11.359] | |
[02:13.609] | and the windows' the willows' the pillows' and your mouth. |
[02:19.489] | |
[02:27.179] | If your hands my hands strolled together around |
[02:31.0] | if they were to make friends we'd be possibly up |
[02:36.329] | |
[02:42.899] | to escape from this world' from this no past land |
[00:17.599] | If my hands weren' t there' like I saw in the stream |
[00:20.900] | of the drawings been made on a full colour screen |
[00:25.240] | if they weren' t to be found' then what else could I be? |
[00:33.340] | |
[00:41.150] | If your hands weren' t there' like I saw in my dreams |
[00:44.950] | the poets we made' had all gone' disappeared |
[00:49.630] | |
[00:50.260] | then what else' then what else could I be? |
[00:57.880] | |
[01:05.510] | If your hands my hands strolled together around |
[01:09.700] | if they were to make friends we' d be possibly up |
[01:14.380] | |
[01:21.320] | to escape from this world' from this no past land. |
[01:30.650] | |
[01:38.150] | If I looked in the windows while walking pass through |
[01:42.900] | if I stared at the willows with my seven black truths |
[01:46.340] | if my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind |
[01:57.900] | |
[02:02.590] | If you' d like' keep perceiving what lies on my back |
[02:06.550] | and your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine |
[02:11.359] | |
[02:13.609] | and the windows' the willows' the pillows' and your mouth. |
[02:19.489] | |
[02:27.179] | If your hands my hands strolled together around |
[02:31.0] | if they were to make friends we' d be possibly up |
[02:36.329] | |
[02:42.899] | to escape from this world' from this no past land |