Lost things (исполнитель: A Fine Frenzy)
Houses to houses Sinks with rolls and floors Windows to hallways Closed and open doors Softly They creep softly Plus we Have now lost thee Cover your eyes with the paper clothes That you stole from paper sheep. Tracing their jumps on the paper sky Where the fallen paper sleep Fallin We re always fallin Callin [bad word] back lost things Ah oh my God Ah oh my God Summer was once where the widest winter breathes I know its somewhere and right beind our teeth [bad word] and [bad word] and called it Caught it And then we lost it