Song | The Telephone Box |
Artist | Uniform Motion |
Album | The Magic Empire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
proud intelligent you hold your tongue | |
resolute a rabble on the run | |
if only they would let you have your fun | |
your lion heart got emptied out at birth | |
the devil pumped it full of vile self worth | |
intrepidly you made your way around the earth | |
and i’m not sure it’s fair | |
and i’m not sure it’s fair | |
so fly me through the air | |
so fly me through the air | |
in the end i just don’t care | |
in the end i just don’t care | |
i’m hopping on the edge of something | |
i’m hopping on the edge of something | |
that i can’t feel nor witness through my own eyes | |
damned intransigent you’re number one | |
dissolute a rabbit with a gun | |
if only they would let you have your fun | |
your righteous eye deletes itself at will | |
the dragon’s blood you took to save your ill | |
candidly you make your way around the hill | |
and i’m not sure it’s fair | |
and i’m not sure it’s fair | |
so fly me through the air | |
so fly me through the air | |
in the end i just don’t care | |
in the end i just don’t care | |
i’m hopping on the edge of something | |
that | |
i can’t feel nor witness through my own eyes | |
i’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i’ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. |
proud intelligent you hold your tongue | |
resolute a rabble on the run | |
if only they would let you have your fun | |
your lion heart got emptied out at birth | |
the devil pumped it full of vile self worth | |
intrepidly you made your way around the earth | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
so fly me through the air | |
so fly me through the air | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
i' m hopping on the edge of something | |
i' m hopping on the edge of something | |
that i can' t feel nor witness through my own eyes | |
damned intransigent you' re number one | |
dissolute a rabbit with a gun | |
if only they would let you have your fun | |
your righteous eye deletes itself at will | |
the dragon' s blood you took to save your ill | |
candidly you make your way around the hill | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
so fly me through the air | |
so fly me through the air | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
i' m hopping on the edge of something | |
that | |
i can' t feel nor witness through my own eyes | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. |
proud intelligent you hold your tongue | |
resolute a rabble on the run | |
if only they would let you have your fun | |
your lion heart got emptied out at birth | |
the devil pumped it full of vile self worth | |
intrepidly you made your way around the earth | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
so fly me through the air | |
so fly me through the air | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
i' m hopping on the edge of something | |
i' m hopping on the edge of something | |
that i can' t feel nor witness through my own eyes | |
damned intransigent you' re number one | |
dissolute a rabbit with a gun | |
if only they would let you have your fun | |
your righteous eye deletes itself at will | |
the dragon' s blood you took to save your ill | |
candidly you make your way around the hill | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
and i' m not sure it' s fair | |
so fly me through the air | |
so fly me through the air | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
in the end i just don' t care | |
i' m hopping on the edge of something | |
that | |
i can' t feel nor witness through my own eyes | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. | |
i' ll follow the call, the endless dawn, | |
the soundless tapes you left in front of | |
the telephone box and the countless locks i lost. |