Song | Hyperballad |
Artist | The Twilight Singers |
Album | She Loves You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Hyperballad - twilight singers (cover of a bjork song) | |
We live on a mountain | |
Right at the top | |
There's a beautiful view | |
From the top of the mountain | |
Every morning | |
I walk towards the edge | |
And throw little things off | |
Like: Car parts, bottles and cutlery | |
Or whatever | |
I find lying around | |
It's become a habit | |
A way To start the day | |
I go through all this | |
Before you wake up | |
So I can feel happier | |
To be safe up here with you | |
It's early morning | |
No one is awake | |
I'm back at my cliff | |
Still throwing things off | |
I listen to the sounds they make | |
On their way down | |
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash | |
Imagine what my body would sound like | |
Slamming against those rocks | |
When it lands | |
Will my eyes | |
Be closed or open? | |
I go through all this | |
Before you wake up | |
So I can feel happier | |
To be safe up here with you |
Hyperballad twilight singers cover of a bjork song | |
We live on a mountain | |
Right at the top | |
There' s a beautiful view | |
From the top of the mountain | |
Every morning | |
I walk towards the edge | |
And throw little things off | |
Like: Car parts, bottles and cutlery | |
Or whatever | |
I find lying around | |
It' s become a habit | |
A way To start the day | |
I go through all this | |
Before you wake up | |
So I can feel happier | |
To be safe up here with you | |
It' s early morning | |
No one is awake | |
I' m back at my cliff | |
Still throwing things off | |
I listen to the sounds they make | |
On their way down | |
I follow with my eyes ' til they crash | |
Imagine what my body would sound like | |
Slamming against those rocks | |
When it lands | |
Will my eyes | |
Be closed or open? | |
I go through all this | |
Before you wake up | |
So I can feel happier | |
To be safe up here with you |
Hyperballad twilight singers cover of a bjork song | |
We live on a mountain | |
Right at the top | |
There' s a beautiful view | |
From the top of the mountain | |
Every morning | |
I walk towards the edge | |
And throw little things off | |
Like: Car parts, bottles and cutlery | |
Or whatever | |
I find lying around | |
It' s become a habit | |
A way To start the day | |
I go through all this | |
Before you wake up | |
So I can feel happier | |
To be safe up here with you | |
It' s early morning | |
No one is awake | |
I' m back at my cliff | |
Still throwing things off | |
I listen to the sounds they make | |
On their way down | |
I follow with my eyes ' til they crash | |
Imagine what my body would sound like | |
Slamming against those rocks | |
When it lands | |
Will my eyes | |
Be closed or open? | |
I go through all this | |
Before you wake up | |
So I can feel happier | |
To be safe up here with you |