Atlas - Gloomy June Lyrics

Lyrics Gloomy June - Atlas



So sharp these little knives,
How sweet that sounds of yore.
They cut me out of life,
Built this trojan horse.
That shit don't even hurt,
Tickles like a feather.
I'm a space between the lines,
And even this shall pass.
Fadin' Gloomy June.
And I break against your walls,
There's nothing there to graple.
Come rattle in my heart,
And shoot away my apple.
My head didn't even move,
Tired I stayed open.
I'm a space between the lines,
And even this shall pass.
Fadin' Glommy June.
I set fire to your trees,
Looking for some action.
No dice, no jamboree.
Ain't got no bristol fashion.
Well, that shit don't even hurt,
Tickles like a feather.
I'm a space between the lines,
And even this shall pass.
Fadin' Gloomy June.
So sharp these little knives,
How sweet that sounds of yore.
I'm a space between the lines,
And even this shall pass.
Fadin' Gloomy June.



Writer(s): ludvig andersson


Atlas - Gloomy June
Album Gloomy June
date of release
01-01-2013




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