Frozen Oranges Songtext
von Matt Berninger
Frozen Oranges Songtext
Fix my breakfast of flavored ice
Sit outside in the sun with the houseflies
I could concentrate in a place like this, in Indiana
Can I borrow your bike for a while?
I need to get some things off my mind
Think I′ll tool around along the river 'til I′m lost
There's frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana
Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're goin′ swimmin′ in, in a limestone quarry
It's Saturday, it′s Saturday
There's frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana
Catch a beetle in my teeth and put it in an envelope
And bring it to you, it′s not really an animal
You need to receive somethin' beautiful that you can feel sorry for
Anything other than yourself, that′s what I tell myself
Put it on a string and take it to a festival, I don't know
Maybe we should find the place where O'Hara died
Maybe we can get inside
Bet you anything he had some secrets
Bet you anything he kept ′em in the fridge
Maybe we should go to church or the hospital
Maybe we should stop and talk to the cops a little
Wouldn′t be a bad idea for them to know my face
Frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana
Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're goin′ swimmin' in, in a limestone quarry
It′s Saturday, it's Saturday
Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We′re goin' swimmin' in, in a limestone quarry
It′s Saturday, it′s Saturday
Sit outside in the sun with the houseflies
I could concentrate in a place like this, in Indiana
Can I borrow your bike for a while?
I need to get some things off my mind
Think I′ll tool around along the river 'til I′m lost
There's frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana
Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're goin′ swimmin′ in, in a limestone quarry
It's Saturday, it′s Saturday
There's frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana
Catch a beetle in my teeth and put it in an envelope
And bring it to you, it′s not really an animal
You need to receive somethin' beautiful that you can feel sorry for
Anything other than yourself, that′s what I tell myself
Put it on a string and take it to a festival, I don't know
Maybe we should find the place where O'Hara died
Maybe we can get inside
Bet you anything he had some secrets
Bet you anything he kept ′em in the fridge
Maybe we should go to church or the hospital
Maybe we should stop and talk to the cops a little
Wouldn′t be a bad idea for them to know my face
Frozen oranges in the trees in Indiana, in Indiana
And crystal apples in the creeks, in Indiana, in Indiana
Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We're goin′ swimmin' in, in a limestone quarry
It′s Saturday, it's Saturday
Put the powder in a metal water bottle
We′re goin' swimmin' in, in a limestone quarry
It′s Saturday, it′s Saturday
Writer(s): Sean O'brien, Matthew D. Berninger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com