Song | Cartoon Hearts |
Artist | The Heart Strings |
Album | Flap Your Crazy Wings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When the cars are all in knots | |
And the clocks are looming | |
When the puddles have all sploshed | |
And her dress is fuming | |
With her brolly inside out | |
And her head scarf streaming | |
I don’t know how but she always keeps on | |
I don’t know how but she always keeps on | |
Beaming | |
When her ribs are wide as arms | |
And her hope’s capsizing | |
Still those cartoon stars and hearts | |
Swirl round every miser | |
Bashed and dashed against the rocks | |
With mascara pouring | |
I don’t know how but she always comes out | |
I don’t know how, but she always comes out | |
Soaring | |
I feel a high crashing to Earth | |
She feels a rest well deserved | |
I see a low bottomless pit | |
She sees a well and makes a wish | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, look at her light up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, lighting the night up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, look at her light up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, lighting the night up |
When the cars are all in knots | |
And the clocks are looming | |
When the puddles have all sploshed | |
And her dress is fuming | |
With her brolly inside out | |
And her head scarf streaming | |
I don' t know how but she always keeps on | |
I don' t know how but she always keeps on | |
Beaming | |
When her ribs are wide as arms | |
And her hope' s capsizing | |
Still those cartoon stars and hearts | |
Swirl round every miser | |
Bashed and dashed against the rocks | |
With mascara pouring | |
I don' t know how but she always comes out | |
I don' t know how, but she always comes out | |
Soaring | |
I feel a high crashing to Earth | |
She feels a rest well deserved | |
I see a low bottomless pit | |
She sees a well and makes a wish | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, look at her light up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, lighting the night up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, look at her light up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, lighting the night up |
When the cars are all in knots | |
And the clocks are looming | |
When the puddles have all sploshed | |
And her dress is fuming | |
With her brolly inside out | |
And her head scarf streaming | |
I don' t know how but she always keeps on | |
I don' t know how but she always keeps on | |
Beaming | |
When her ribs are wide as arms | |
And her hope' s capsizing | |
Still those cartoon stars and hearts | |
Swirl round every miser | |
Bashed and dashed against the rocks | |
With mascara pouring | |
I don' t know how but she always comes out | |
I don' t know how, but she always comes out | |
Soaring | |
I feel a high crashing to Earth | |
She feels a rest well deserved | |
I see a low bottomless pit | |
She sees a well and makes a wish | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, look at her light up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, lighting the night up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, look at her light up | |
Sha la la la, la la la, la la la, lighting the night up |