Текст песни Frolic of the Bees - Phoebe Hunt

WRITTEN BY PHOEBE HUNT AND DOMINICK LESLIE
Come all the wild ones, Come all the thieves
Come all you furry feathered friends
Where we are headed, Know one can harm you
Anyone can stay until the end

Bring what you carry, Love what you marry
We'll toast your tattered taken time
The Bars are lifted, The moments shifted
You will never know what you might find

Instrumental Interlude

You in the flames there, Burn through the night now
You with your steady studded hand
Holding the crimson, holding the pistol
Witnessing the frolic of the land

Shedding our skin here, the medicine's here
Here we can cleanse our crystal clear
The moon has risen, the answer given
Thrown into the flames we disappear

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