Тексты песен «Freelance Whales»

We get up early just to start cranking the generator Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em We're finding every day in several ways that we could be friends We keep on churning and the lights...

And I could never tell as a kid What that window door went to Only told to stay away I almost had an accident at age 6 When I found the key in the attic And now the smell of these wood frames Is the only sense I've left...

Do me this solid If you would pretty lady Please grab me a martini And meet me on the balcony I've prepared a light show You could fake a melody We could argue over where and when The cymbal hits should be Hannah takes...

Well I've been making Some cold calculations Regarding our body heat It's not easy -- Believe me You liken me to a vampire My left hand was wearing fake plastic teeth All winter And taking you for all you were worth

I am starting to sense your location You are somewhere in the attic Looking something close to tragic Knitting t-shirts and your mattress I'm floating on the stairwell With my toes grazed in the cedar Thinking softly...

Shut me up with your long tubesocks They don't scream, "Hey, let's just be friends" Look at both my inkwells brimming I was much less understanding then How many stars you think you possess How many in your butterfly...

We beg rebirth to take us up Parade our souls out by the back gate Some claw the ground Some cut the air Some warm the seas But what will you be and when? And I swim through dirt To find you out And a wail without...