paroles de chanson Abacas - Fyrce Muons

You are a little thin
A fascination of him
Here comes a little seize
A fascination again
You gotta see what
I say it's nothing to be
A little bit of hands
A fascination of me

You've got a little time
They say that nothing is tame
A little bit of them
To say that's nothing to me
I've got a colored rage
There is a handle to be
An awkward rising
A fascination of me

You've gotta a tiny space
You've gotta follow them
You've gotta pull the tales
You've gotta follow him
You sail around for days
You cannot follow him
You gotta hollow haze
You gotta follow them

A kind of new thing
This isn't just for the count
A creepy fallen ring
A supplication of doubt
And then the teaser
The beads now fall all about
A second reason
For all this hanging around

A little lit fire
Is blazing all over towns
A complicated desire
Can send the pieces to sound
A magic moment
Has scorched the wire of despair
A season rolling
Through all the ashes down there
You've gotta a tiny space
You've gotta follow them

You've gotta pull the tales
You've gotta follow him
You sail around for days
You cannot follow him
You gotta hollow haze
You gotta follow them