Song | Bricks |
Artist | Tunng |
Album | Good Arrows |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The bicycles inside your skull | |
Send you away and off you go | |
Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you | |
and pin them up to clouds and treees | |
and aggravate your paranoid | |
and shivering fears and rolling aches | |
Can you not see a star out there? | |
Where all the bricks are bright and free | |
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free | |
The lizard skins around yourself | |
Drop off and let the others through | |
In reds and whites and blacks and blues | |
Each facet shines or breaks anew | |
And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street | |
Where cars and trucks career through it | |
Until the ends get wrecked and split | |
Where all the doors are bright and free | |
Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free | |
The sun revolves around the sun | |
And then around a bright black moon | |
And in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon | |
And when your breakfast comes you're miles away | |
And all your eggs get cold | |
You're where the light is blinding bright | |
And all the windows tilt to you | |
Where all the bricks are bright and free... |
The bicycles inside your skull | |
Send you away and off you go | |
Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you | |
and pin them up to clouds and treees | |
and aggravate your paranoid | |
and shivering fears and rolling aches | |
Can you not see a star out there? | |
Where all the bricks are bright and free | |
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free | |
The lizard skins around yourself | |
Drop off and let the others through | |
In reds and whites and blacks and blues | |
Each facet shines or breaks anew | |
And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street | |
Where cars and trucks career through it | |
Until the ends get wrecked and split | |
Where all the doors are bright and free | |
Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free | |
The sun revolves around the sun | |
And then around a bright black moon | |
And in a cafe by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon | |
And when your breakfast comes you' re miles away | |
And all your eggs get cold | |
You' re where the light is blinding bright | |
And all the windows tilt to you | |
Where all the bricks are bright and free... |
The bicycles inside your skull | |
Send you away and off you go | |
Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you | |
and pin them up to clouds and treees | |
and aggravate your paranoid | |
and shivering fears and rolling aches | |
Can you not see a star out there? | |
Where all the bricks are bright and free | |
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free | |
The lizard skins around yourself | |
Drop off and let the others through | |
In reds and whites and blacks and blues | |
Each facet shines or breaks anew | |
And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street | |
Where cars and trucks career through it | |
Until the ends get wrecked and split | |
Where all the doors are bright and free | |
Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free | |
The sun revolves around the sun | |
And then around a bright black moon | |
And in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon | |
And when your breakfast comes you' re miles away | |
And all your eggs get cold | |
You' re where the light is blinding bright | |
And all the windows tilt to you | |
Where all the bricks are bright and free... |