Cut the bonds with the moon And let the dogs gather Burn the gauze in the spoon And suck the poison up And bleed Shut the door to the moon And let the
Fordítás: A Swell Season. A Hold.
on rocks Probing the microbes Little Lord Fauntleroy and Lord Foppington were in the bath Press darkly there's pitch and toss. Heavy swell thro' the eyes
amongs the planet Some of you partake in wearing costumes In trying to wear off these souls that have passed on Hoping you will be saved by the moon
symbolize your downfall Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh) Fought in hella high seas
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene
FLEET No moon No wind... FLEET & PASSENGERS No moon No wind FLEET & PASSENGERS BRIDE No moon The night was alive No wind With a thousand voices... No moon
again Take me again The ocean side Roller coaster rides Please tell me why They're all closed for the season The rivers rise The wells run dry Water it tries To swell
ve been twenty years away from all I ever knew to return would make my dreams come true Seasons of sorrow have stolen all my years I miss the rolling
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene
to symbolize your downfall Drunky peasants, honor the shifty mega-drawn presents Slug a bolt one ceremonies of merit turned blood sport (Uh) Voted hella high seas
