Song | Hirondelle |
Artist | Benoît Pioulard |
Album | Précis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Like how when you hear us on the airwaves | |
You can't help but picture a voice in our mouths | |
And your oral muscles feel the syllables sympathetically | |
Like how the copper will turn green | |
Showing time in a chromatic array | |
In passing cos the spectrum's lost its sheen | |
I hope I can age that gracefully |