Interlude Songtext
von Knytro
Interlude Songtext
No, no, no, no, no, don′t stop playing
Pluck that string, touch my wings with
The melody that your heart sings
Telling me to remember me
Adjacent to your memory
Replacement is chemistry
So face it
You're here with me
How can you leave?
They say the reason is far from the meaning of the season
But please believe when the seeds of he-men see them
The trees will bleed them
Kings and queens who deceive the D-N-A and what may
Plus one′s scheming like what treason leaves them
And they see the stars beneath the scars that keeps their hearts
A beat to mark a speech in part
With each remark we seek to start
See, we are what we believe we are, yet
Disbelieved that we can think this far back
So who thinks it's hard?
'Cause I could hear her heartbeat from as far as
An eagle′s call who sees the part of a weasel′s
Claw kicking up dust in the Middle Eastern's war
The sound is too sweet to starve
See, I′ve seen it all
Totes he recalls, so please install
What people call the real in y'all
′Cause I swear to God, he lost his credit card on
The boulevard, looking hard for the crooked broad
Knowing he ain't got no business in the bully′s yard
Find out the hard way, like fishing on Broadway
Forgetting that we are the big fish
We've always had it our way
So dig this
Pluck that string, touch my wings with
The melody that your heart sings
Telling me to remember me
Adjacent to your memory
Replacement is chemistry
So face it
You're here with me
How can you leave?
They say the reason is far from the meaning of the season
But please believe when the seeds of he-men see them
The trees will bleed them
Kings and queens who deceive the D-N-A and what may
Plus one′s scheming like what treason leaves them
And they see the stars beneath the scars that keeps their hearts
A beat to mark a speech in part
With each remark we seek to start
See, we are what we believe we are, yet
Disbelieved that we can think this far back
So who thinks it's hard?
'Cause I could hear her heartbeat from as far as
An eagle′s call who sees the part of a weasel′s
Claw kicking up dust in the Middle Eastern's war
The sound is too sweet to starve
See, I′ve seen it all
Totes he recalls, so please install
What people call the real in y'all
′Cause I swear to God, he lost his credit card on
The boulevard, looking hard for the crooked broad
Knowing he ain't got no business in the bully′s yard
Find out the hard way, like fishing on Broadway
Forgetting that we are the big fish
We've always had it our way
So dig this
Writer(s): Delio Lima, Anish Bhatt, Matthew Guthrie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

