Summer Noon Lyrics
| Song | Summer Noon |
| Artist | Tweedy |
| Album | Roadcase 033 - 2014-06-05 Detroit, MI |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Summer noon I can always stay | |
| To radiate what the cello can’t play | |
| She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
| And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
| Like a lioness or a coyote | |
| At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
| I followed the finger to the creature’s gate | |
| In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
| I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
| So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
| Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
| Really at the core of it, it wasn’t so bad | |
| Never leave your mother’s womb | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Summer noon I can always stay | |
| To radiate what the cello can’t play | |
| She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
| And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
| Like a lioness or a coyote | |
| At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
| I followed the finger to the creature’s gate | |
| In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
| I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
| So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
| Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
| Really at the core of it, it wasn’t so bad | |
| Never leave your mother’s womb | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon |
| Summer noon I can always stay | |
| To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
| She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
| And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
| Like a lioness or a coyote | |
| At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
| I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
| In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
| I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
| So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
| Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
| Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
| Never leave your mother' s womb | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Summer noon I can always stay | |
| To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
| She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
| And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
| Like a lioness or a coyote | |
| At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
| I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
| In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
| I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
| So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
| Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
| Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
| Never leave your mother' s womb | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon |
| Summer noon I can always stay | |
| To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
| She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
| And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
| Like a lioness or a coyote | |
| At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
| I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
| In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
| I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
| So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
| Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
| Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
| Never leave your mother' s womb | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Summer noon I can always stay | |
| To radiate what the cello can' t play | |
| She spoke to me and provoked my band | |
| And I broke in two in the heat of her hand | |
| Like a lioness or a coyote | |
| At a pink beating heart in the balcony | |
| I followed the finger to the creature' s gate | |
| In the hubbub where the pitiful congregate | |
| I thought there was a note I could not hear | |
| So I floated to the whisper up against my ear | |
| Afterwards, I found my face in the trash | |
| Really at the core of it, it wasn' t so bad | |
| Never leave your mother' s womb | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon | |
| Unless you wanna see how hard a broken heart can swoon |
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