The Exiles (исполнитель: Brett Anderson)

You're playing with matches
Got paper cuts from paper planes
An endless majesty
Withing the pattern of the rain.

Your hatred is weakness
Your carelessness is no mistake
There's no stupidity
Within the chances that you take

And it feels like endless nights
And it feels like jealous rage
Setting all the clothes alight
I am burning, I'm still learning
All our houses have been shut
All our races have been played
Setting fire to paper planes
I am burning, I'm still learning

You show me the exiles
With paper cups and paper plates
There's endless majesty
Within the chances that they take

And it feels like endless nights
And it feels like jealous rage
Setting all the clothes alight
I am burning, I'm still learning
All our houses have been shut
All our races have been played
Setting fire to paper planes
I am burning, I'm still learning
I'm still learning

Setting fire to paper planes
I am burning, I am burning
I'm still learning
I'm still learning
Послушать/Cкачать эту песню
Mp3 320kbps на стороннем сайте

Видео к песне:
Открытка с текстом :
Удобно отправить или распечатать
Создать открытку
У нас недавно искали песни:
Пикник - фиолетово черный  Я так люблю тебя Дима Билан  The Pierces - We are stars  Current 93 The Descent Of Long Satan and Babylon  Current 93 In The Heart Of The Wood And What I Found  Current 93 Mary Waits In Silence  Current 93 They Return To Their Earth  Current 93 The Long Shadow Falls 
О чем песня
Brett Anderson - The Exiles?
2020 © Tekstovoi.Ru Тексты песен