Song | Magnetized |
Artist | Laura Veirs |
Album | Year of Meteors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
LAURA VEIRS | |
Magnetized | |
Slain | |
By your zirconium smile | |
I was slain | |
By your olivine eyes | |
Slain | |
I was lying in piles | |
Hoping shovels would cast me | |
Furnaces burn everlasting | |
Black tattoos of you onto me | |
Furnaces burn everlasting | |
Black tattoos | |
Burn | |
Brand my memory | |
Black | |
A tattoo of you | |
Wash | |
Me with your mouth | |
Brackish bright water from your eyes | |
I'll homing pigeon fly | |
To hover by your window white and shy | |
Homing pigeon fly | |
To hover by | |
Spill | |
My ashes to the wind | |
Ghosts | |
Can gather what they've found | |
Now | |
We can struggle in the web | |
We can struggle | |
With white spider stars coming down | |
And night blowing black from the ground… |
LAURA VEIRS | |
Magnetized | |
Slain | |
By your zirconium smile | |
I was slain | |
By your olivine eyes | |
Slain | |
I was lying in piles | |
Hoping shovels would cast me | |
Furnaces burn everlasting | |
Black tattoos of you onto me | |
Furnaces burn everlasting | |
Black tattoos | |
Burn | |
Brand my memory | |
Black | |
A tattoo of you | |
Wash | |
Me with your mouth | |
Brackish bright water from your eyes | |
I' ll homing pigeon fly | |
To hover by your window white and shy | |
Homing pigeon fly | |
To hover by | |
Spill | |
My ashes to the wind | |
Ghosts | |
Can gather what they' ve found | |
Now | |
We can struggle in the web | |
We can struggle | |
With white spider stars coming down | |
And night blowing black from the ground |
LAURA VEIRS | |
Magnetized | |
Slain | |
By your zirconium smile | |
I was slain | |
By your olivine eyes | |
Slain | |
I was lying in piles | |
Hoping shovels would cast me | |
Furnaces burn everlasting | |
Black tattoos of you onto me | |
Furnaces burn everlasting | |
Black tattoos | |
Burn | |
Brand my memory | |
Black | |
A tattoo of you | |
Wash | |
Me with your mouth | |
Brackish bright water from your eyes | |
I' ll homing pigeon fly | |
To hover by your window white and shy | |
Homing pigeon fly | |
To hover by | |
Spill | |
My ashes to the wind | |
Ghosts | |
Can gather what they' ve found | |
Now | |
We can struggle in the web | |
We can struggle | |
With white spider stars coming down | |
And night blowing black from the ground |