Song | I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale |
Artist | Her Name Is Calla |
Album | Navigator |
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[00:14.390] | I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king |
[00:26.680] | Listening to the songs that you’d sing. |
[00:44.630] | Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes |
[00:50.060] | We were blind from birth, until that night. |
[01:19.100] | Love grows old and we die younger each time. |
[01:43.730] | Heaven loves a martyr, |
[01:50.500] | And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? |
[02:04.590] | I wish I had grown up a little longer, |
[02:18.270] | And if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now |
[02:32.900] | Love grows old and I lived like a king |
[00:14.390] | I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king |
[00:26.680] | Listening to the songs that you' d sing. |
[00:44.630] | Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes |
[00:50.060] | We were blind from birth, until that night. |
[01:19.100] | Love grows old and we die younger each time. |
[01:43.730] | Heaven loves a martyr, |
[01:50.500] | And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? |
[02:04.590] | I wish I had grown up a little longer, |
[02:18.270] | And if we' d flown south, we' d have a home at least for now |
[02:32.900] | Love grows old and I lived like a king |
[00:14.390] | I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king |
[00:26.680] | Listening to the songs that you' d sing. |
[00:44.630] | Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes |
[00:50.060] | We were blind from birth, until that night. |
[01:19.100] | Love grows old and we die younger each time. |
[01:43.730] | Heaven loves a martyr, |
[01:50.500] | And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud? |
[02:04.590] | I wish I had grown up a little longer, |
[02:18.270] | And if we' d flown south, we' d have a home at least for now |
[02:32.900] | Love grows old and I lived like a king |