Flipron
Hungamunga
the sun is cutting stencilswith the shadows on the frostwe're burning boots and moldy blanketson the bonfire and I trustthat the smoke will linger in our clothesand curl into our hairso that a mob of dying prisoners can followif we dare to look awaywe are horses in the morningour breath plays in the airthe steam is licking traces of a lovethat's lost and doesn't careoh but its value was a momenta meeting of the lawsa fart of fortuitousan effect of equal value to it's causefor miles we've led a chasemaking deals to find your fabled facethe face whose eyes we've known foreverwhose mouth can speak each heartwhose absence yields the monsterswho just tear themselves apartfor love for hungerLetras de cancioneshungamunga yadadadada oohah hungamunga ahthere are blistered possibilitieson the panels of the daywe are horses in the morningwho have dared to run awayand the pensioners are wailingand closing up behindso sinister and fearlessthen fragile then merciful and kindladadaladadalada ladadaladadaladadadadadadada ah
From Letras Mania