Patrick the Pan - Warm Gold Lyrics

Lyrics Warm Gold - Patrick the Pan



How come
I still flote?
Many band things
Done just to know.
What cotton hides
It's always the same
Too many wise souls,
Lost in the stupid game.
Mother nature's
Best joke.
How we sometimes act,
Makes me choke.
Giant's weakness
That makes them crawl
Flimsy seconds
Spent with the warm gold.




Patrick the Pan - Something of an End
Album Something of an End
date of release
25-03-2014




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