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You can't see but you're the best at hearing the friends we could be
Insipid but still charming the hair off of our tongues,
Singing of dying early just to be loved
I'm ignoring grasp
Decorating your walls with our senses,
I'll tease you with a breeze in the heat
Do your bottoms touch your tops?
You are a parrot to what you hear
You are a parrot to what you've heard
Do the levels talk about you?
You can't see but you're the best at hearing the friends we could be
'You had this sadness and the pain, it made you attractive'
Oh oh oh well trucks, they know the water they throw so well, so at sea
Saved faces are still faces
What we knew we didn't say, what we didn't, we mouthed
We are not just as good as our words, we are not just elevator talk
 

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Pianos Become The Teeth


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Enemmän sanat lyrics

But it rained

Wrapped in a polythene
Tucked away safe in my mind
A little goodbye maybe
Or just a passing smile

The birds fly away to the southern sky
Searching a home
A bunch of paper flowers
Or a little boy left all alone

Can somebody hear me
I'm screaming from so far away
Morning who will calm you now,
The evening is eclipsed again

Well does life get any better
More yesterday's than today's
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained. . .

They justified the cause for which
Daddy might give up his life
It's been so long, so long a time,
But still I miss Daddy at night

The ache is long gone but
The never keeps staring along
The waters in the seas are high
And all the sand castles have drowned

Well does life get any better
More yesterday's than today's
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained . . .

Songs From The Wood

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
To make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.

Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
It'll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:

Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain,
That threatens again and again,
As you drag down every lover's lane.

Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.

Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times,

With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

Little Empty Boat

You found me at some party
You thought I'd understand
You barreled over to me
With a drink in each hand
I respect your beliefs, girl,
And I consider you a friend,
But I've already been born once,
I don't wanna to be born again.

Your knowledge is impressive
And your argument is good
But I am the resurrection, babe,
And you're standing on my foot!

But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
(Row!)

Your tiny little face
Keeps yapping in the gloom
Seven steps behind me
With your dustpan and broom.
I couldn't help but imagine you
All postured and prone
But there's a little guy on my shoulder
Says I should go home alone.
You keep leaning in on me
And you're looking pretty pissed
That grave you've dug between your legs
Is hard to resist.

But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row

Give to God what belongs to God
And give the rest to me
Tell our gracious host to fuck himself
It's time for us to leave.

But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
But my little boat is empty
It don't go
And my oar is broken
It don't row, row, row
Row...row...row...row...