paroles de chanson Rites of Spring - Fredrik
I
was
meant
to
be
an
upstream
sailor
I
never
wanted
to
arrive
I
was
a
sideshow
while
you
painted
trouble
And
the
singing
bubble
came
alive
There's
a
rattle
in
the
water
lilies
There'll
be
our
skin
to
mute
the
sound
The
rainbow
chemicals
are
breaking
slowly
On
the
eleven
seas
above
the
ground
I
drink
the
caves
around
Table
Mountain
I
wear
the
whisper
and
the
clay
I
used
to
make
you
sing
of
painted
troubles
And
morning
paper
holiday
There's
a
rattle
in
the
pavement
country
The
cranes
are
screaming
backwardly
We
pour
the
sand
to
keep
the
maples
moving
In
the
eleven
grounds
above
the
sea
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