Текст песни




Seven flowers on the hour cry
We are burning for the sons
Of the one who makes us sing
To reveal themselves as string
We just got out of jail today
And we all are here to say
All are speaking for the bend
Airplane papers in your hand
Through the fire and the paper boat
Never ever all alone
One piece of the broken bone
How the great bell overthrown
Thorn hills kingdom come
Call for queen's poem
Out on a limb
There is the children
Opposite of door mat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
Out on a limb
There is the children
Opposite of door mat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
The last kick in the teeth
Is the first of the blocks
Set to sound come along
And voice speak double mind
Me off of myself
Dust the eyes of my heart
That's on the shelf
We hop on pin thunders
Tall pitfalls and black holes surround
But thanksgiving knows our sound
It's the shakes of the last cow
Seven flowers on the hour cry
Doesn't seem to be the key
Join into the family
Singing gotta save the sea
They call me chief
They call me home
You call me son
So I am son
We live into the
Song seed of sea
Kingdom squeaky clean
Resting squeaky clean
Join into the ship
When your mother's right
You call me child
So I am child
Out on a limb
There is the children
Opposite of door mat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
Out on a limb
There is the children
Opposite of door mat
So tip your hat
And wait on that
And that is that
The last kick in the teeth
Is the first of the blocks
Set to sound come along
And voice speak double mind
Me off of myself
Dust the eyes of my heart
That's on the shelf



Авторы: Daniel Christopher Smith, Joseph Christiaan Palladino



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