Song | Tie |
Artist | Benoît Pioulard |
Album | Lyon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Flee to the fields, it’s a locust year | |
Leas & melt-water to defy the seer | |
A rosary around the wrists | |
The rope descends with tenderness | |
Oh they’ve got a file on me | |
The Venn pall of anxiety | |
Sticks across fences make a raucous sound | |
The call of the abyss, foxglove’s on the ground | |
Flee to the fields, take your calmative | |
First to arrive, always the last to leave | |
O the rapture of the plain, an intimation of mortality | |
A halcyon sketch of persistent unease hanging from the Magnolia tree |
Flee to the fields, it' s a locust year | |
Leas meltwater to defy the seer | |
A rosary around the wrists | |
The rope descends with tenderness | |
Oh they' ve got a file on me | |
The Venn pall of anxiety | |
Sticks across fences make a raucous sound | |
The call of the abyss, foxglove' s on the ground | |
Flee to the fields, take your calmative | |
First to arrive, always the last to leave | |
O the rapture of the plain, an intimation of mortality | |
A halcyon sketch of persistent unease hanging from the Magnolia tree |
Flee to the fields, it' s a locust year | |
Leas meltwater to defy the seer | |
A rosary around the wrists | |
The rope descends with tenderness | |
Oh they' ve got a file on me | |
The Venn pall of anxiety | |
Sticks across fences make a raucous sound | |
The call of the abyss, foxglove' s on the ground | |
Flee to the fields, take your calmative | |
First to arrive, always the last to leave | |
O the rapture of the plain, an intimation of mortality | |
A halcyon sketch of persistent unease hanging from the Magnolia tree |