Volcano Choir
Island, IS
On with your home, the song said it all to the skyWith a lone catapult and a song gently put to the sideAnd the tones he would push and the songs he would push to the sidewhen it all went to fuck in the snow that gets pushed to the sideWell your heart is a bush and it's talking to --with some sizeWhen you already put all of the soup insideThey were all really smooshed with a calm steady push to the sideAll that your heart findsWrong with your own wifeSign up all your relativesOnly your heart would mindAnd the serpentineI'm the reaper of bondsCalled the arrivalTear into the night(???)"Harder", said your boyConserve it with an omeletteAnd you're on it with the carpetAnd you solved it, said you called itSet your orbit, said you cough itSaid it's often that you're oh fitsAnd your old tits on your hard driveNOTE: This is the best I could get. Any and all suggestions are very welcome. This song in the past week has come to top my play count by a lot. I love it so so much.
From Letras Mania