Song | Red Blooms |
Artist | Calexico |
Album | Road Atlas 1998-2011 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Red Blooms | |
When the fists of winter fly | |
Driving bones into the snow | |
Blackened frostbitten nights | |
Vodka running dry | |
The statues cloaked in white | |
Migrants from museums | |
Losing all the feeling now that | |
Sunrise is outlawed | |
Strangers plant themselves | |
Down in the cold hard ground | |
Later when the harvest thaws | |
Snow drops will be in bloom | |
Crossed out on city maps | |
Prospekt Mira reveals | |
Shadows drinking antifreeze | |
Neath the underpass | |
Ordered once a gulag’s march | |
Now cities send the call | |
Falling from the rooftops fast | |
And frozen against the wall | |
Where strangers plant themselves | |
Dead souls of the underground | |
When February thaws | |
Snow drops will be in bloom again | |
Bloom again, bloom again | |
Bloom again, bloom again | |
Red blooms, red blooms |
Red Blooms | |
When the fists of winter fly | |
Driving bones into the snow | |
Blackened frostbitten nights | |
Vodka running dry | |
The statues cloaked in white | |
Migrants from museums | |
Losing all the feeling now that | |
Sunrise is outlawed | |
Strangers plant themselves | |
Down in the cold hard ground | |
Later when the harvest thaws | |
Snow drops will be in bloom | |
Crossed out on city maps | |
Prospekt Mira reveals | |
Shadows drinking antifreeze | |
Neath the underpass | |
Ordered once a gulag' s march | |
Now cities send the call | |
Falling from the rooftops fast | |
And frozen against the wall | |
Where strangers plant themselves | |
Dead souls of the underground | |
When February thaws | |
Snow drops will be in bloom again | |
Bloom again, bloom again | |
Bloom again, bloom again | |
Red blooms, red blooms |
Red Blooms | |
When the fists of winter fly | |
Driving bones into the snow | |
Blackened frostbitten nights | |
Vodka running dry | |
The statues cloaked in white | |
Migrants from museums | |
Losing all the feeling now that | |
Sunrise is outlawed | |
Strangers plant themselves | |
Down in the cold hard ground | |
Later when the harvest thaws | |
Snow drops will be in bloom | |
Crossed out on city maps | |
Prospekt Mira reveals | |
Shadows drinking antifreeze | |
Neath the underpass | |
Ordered once a gulag' s march | |
Now cities send the call | |
Falling from the rooftops fast | |
And frozen against the wall | |
Where strangers plant themselves | |
Dead souls of the underground | |
When February thaws | |
Snow drops will be in bloom again | |
Bloom again, bloom again | |
Bloom again, bloom again | |
Red blooms, red blooms |