Song | Wild Grass Pictures |
Artist | The Sea Urchins |
Album | Stardust |
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Holding out, am I? | |
Wild grass pictures hang above and draw mine | |
Folding her, do I? | |
The shell don’t break, though it is hit in and outside | |
Cry, I tried | |
Denied | |
Sprung from sleep to find | |
Time’s easier when looked upon from behind | |
And knowing well I’ve waste | |
Like some sweet drink you’re sure you could, but you never taste | |
Life, I tried | |
Denied | |
Contentment, contentment | |
Well, they are joining | |
Pretending, resentment | |
Could end itself | |
Slowly winding down | |
‘Til for moments in a rest comes and oh, that’s all right | |
And with it, hope for confusion | |
All blown about in the storm and cries, you’re satisfied | |
Hide, I tried | |
Denied |
Holding out, am I? | |
Wild grass pictures hang above and draw mine | |
Folding her, do I? | |
The shell don' t break, though it is hit in and outside | |
Cry, I tried | |
Denied | |
Sprung from sleep to find | |
Time' s easier when looked upon from behind | |
And knowing well I' ve waste | |
Like some sweet drink you' re sure you could, but you never taste | |
Life, I tried | |
Denied | |
Contentment, contentment | |
Well, they are joining | |
Pretending, resentment | |
Could end itself | |
Slowly winding down | |
' Til for moments in a rest comes and oh, that' s all right | |
And with it, hope for confusion | |
All blown about in the storm and cries, you' re satisfied | |
Hide, I tried | |
Denied |
Holding out, am I? | |
Wild grass pictures hang above and draw mine | |
Folding her, do I? | |
The shell don' t break, though it is hit in and outside | |
Cry, I tried | |
Denied | |
Sprung from sleep to find | |
Time' s easier when looked upon from behind | |
And knowing well I' ve waste | |
Like some sweet drink you' re sure you could, but you never taste | |
Life, I tried | |
Denied | |
Contentment, contentment | |
Well, they are joining | |
Pretending, resentment | |
Could end itself | |
Slowly winding down | |
' Til for moments in a rest comes and oh, that' s all right | |
And with it, hope for confusion | |
All blown about in the storm and cries, you' re satisfied | |
Hide, I tried | |
Denied |