Bibio

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Lovers' names Carved in walls Overlap Start to merge Some of them Underneath Maybe they appear In graveyards Maybe they fade away Weathered and Overgrown Time has told Meaningful Hidden words Suddenly appear From the murk Maybe they're telling us Tha

All the girls in town gonna dress the place In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light All the boys with desire of night Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind In drinking fighting sweat and lust We play the game of weaving ducking dodging hiding

Counting twos, counting fours When you're feeling sad treading ever so kindly Break it off, break it off When you see it glow, and you're thinking it's ripened À tout à l'heure, À tout à l'heure When you lift your feet, and you know it's me waving Sc

You make remarks about the people Who walk past your window Arm in arm You're even jealous of the roses That grow in the garden of the house Where nobody lives You even say there's a time and a place For feeling happy You speak of love as a symptom o

Instrumental 专辑:Ambivalence Avenue 歌手:Bibio 歌曲:Sugarette

How was I supposed to know? You didn't tell me they were gold I didn't smell the coming snow And now they're ruined by the cold How was I supposed to share? You didn't tell me they were fair I didn't see them going spare And now they're buried over t

How was I supposed to hold? You didn't tell me they'd dissolve I didn't feel them in my hand And now they're dripping on the sand Why did I forget to buy? Nobody told me where to try I didn't think to look behind And now they're closing all the blind

Lovers' names, carved in walls Overlap, start to merge Some of them underneath Maybe they appear In graveyards Maybe they fade away Weathered and overgrown Time has told Meaningful hidden words Suddenly appear, from the murk Maybe they're telling us

shortened stones and weathered broken glass i'll never trace their path the reason for their form it's like the hairless brush or the broken little things in the kitchen drawer full of forgotten memories that are gonna be gone like the people who mad

You pretend that you pretend You don't know that you know that you don't know that You pretend that you pretend You try hard to fake faking your smile Hiding your hiding place in your own home You will lie that you lie about lying You pretend that yo