Wallace Vanborn все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

brawlers gave their votes and all that
had become their souls for a sip
of mothers cold and ancient wrist
pitbulls came and went and wet themselves
before they spent the extra timing
that it took to move their will

you're the kind of woman I would love to get my hands onto

I've got the feeling that we're going under
I need a halt, stop, shatters of glass
back in my mind I could feel the rapture
they've got a list and they can hear you laugh
I've got a hole in my side and the radio complains
headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

biting all my time, cruise control

I could see shoes Brought in a box that brought to you In the dark, in the haze And we could see signs; we could see dreams of water and wine I can see in a light we're amazed Oooh, when the healing comes
we match on words and hope for a brand new day
Even when we do the things we do and say the things we say Leaving the teacher's arms we match on words and hope for a brand new day Even when we play the games we play Income the fumes Incomes … We have seen better days And I could see lines, lines we could feel and once we could try In the woods, in the storm

headlights searching to see the ghost
lies and smiles we fed the host
peace on canvas where have you been?
headlights heating up haven't you seen?
little black poppies for ritual mind
little black diamonds with beautiful eyes
free blank shots
free blank shots

all the snails in the garden work hard
very rewarding
open up their bodies to you
see.. they ain't got none
see.. they ain't got none

all the monkeys in the cages wait for hours
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