Song | On The Occasion Of Wet Snow |
Artist | The Sound of Animals Fighting |
Album | The Ocean and The Sun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There's a choir always | |
Softly scream | |
They will just send praises | |
Of humanity | |
Any shortcoming lighting more | |
The sky and fields | |
brought me feeling and him his master all | |
He thought it special | |
My feelings rose in circles | |
No longer need | |
A regret | |
A cure | |
Slip knot flat footed come again | |
Lift like that clip its off and in | |
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
Write down the flames of feather part | |
Just what she warned but never said | |
They’re sleeping sound and far away | |
To the constant Christmas lights | |
There were low supplies | |
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
Oh, I was sleeping on a train | |
It's a difference I can see | |
They're sleeping sound and far away | |
No longer need | |
A regret | |
A cure | |
Hey, hey, hey |
There' s a choir always | |
Softly scream | |
They will just send praises | |
Of humanity | |
Any shortcoming lighting more | |
The sky and fields | |
brought me feeling and him his master all | |
He thought it special | |
My feelings rose in circles | |
No longer need | |
A regret | |
A cure | |
Slip knot flat footed come again | |
Lift like that clip its off and in | |
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
Write down the flames of feather part | |
Just what she warned but never said | |
They' re sleeping sound and far away | |
To the constant Christmas lights | |
There were low supplies | |
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
Oh, I was sleeping on a train | |
It' s a difference I can see | |
They' re sleeping sound and far away | |
No longer need | |
A regret | |
A cure | |
Hey, hey, hey |
There' s a choir always | |
Softly scream | |
They will just send praises | |
Of humanity | |
Any shortcoming lighting more | |
The sky and fields | |
brought me feeling and him his master all | |
He thought it special | |
My feelings rose in circles | |
No longer need | |
A regret | |
A cure | |
Slip knot flat footed come again | |
Lift like that clip its off and in | |
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
Write down the flames of feather part | |
Just what she warned but never said | |
They' re sleeping sound and far away | |
To the constant Christmas lights | |
There were low supplies | |
Little crown of dead and gilded lilies | |
Oh, I was sleeping on a train | |
It' s a difference I can see | |
They' re sleeping sound and far away | |
No longer need | |
A regret | |
A cure | |
Hey, hey, hey |