In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til I'm blue
Until the next time I see you
I'm recording the vocals in my underwear
Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day
With a ****in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye
Your shit is fake, you're play acting
This ain't drama class
It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your bipolarity
Until the handkerchief of history
Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript
I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms
Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and
Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken
To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher
That we wore color
That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions
In cement-surrounded city parks
That we let our skin soak up the sun
That we sometimes wore our hair long
And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids
That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
So that we would have something honest to dance to
Something soulful to sing to
And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window
Because it was dark outside
And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests
And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest
Yeah, I'm vain
There was life here before there wasn't
And before that there wasn't
But seagulls still ate shallow water fish
Morning boys still cast tall shadows
And all the while the stars are slowly separating
Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
I just wanna hide my face
In la'kesh, I've got no heart pumpin' my chest
I'll have to leave me praying
In the cradle of your flesh
Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
I just want to leave my breath
And get between your legs
In la'kesh try and leave me again
I'll say "Hello"
You'll say
And end will be end
Okay
These are songs to be listened to after I'm dead (dead dead dead)
When old women start wearing their hair grey
These are songs to help an ant find its shadow
Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060
Whooming to the shhhhhh
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.948] In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til I'm blue
[00:13.005] Until the next time I see you
[00:19.517]
[00:24.689] I'm recording the vocals in my underwear
[00:31.669] Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day
[00:37.815] With a ****in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye
[00:43.235] Your shit is fake, you're play acting
[00:49.287] This ain't drama class
[00:51.319] It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your bipolarity
[00:55.294]
[00:59.825] Until the handkerchief of history
[01:02.480] Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript
[01:07.108] I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms
[01:11.371] Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and
[01:15.546] Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken
[01:18.710] To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher
[01:22.478] That we wore color
[01:23.758] That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions
[01:27.540] In cement-surrounded city parks
[01:29.995] That we let our skin soak up the sun
[01:34.433] That we sometimes wore our hair long
[01:36.323] And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids
[01:39.230] That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
[01:41.814] So that we would have something honest to dance to
[01:44.308] Something soulful to sing to
[01:46.004] And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window
[01:51.383] Because it was dark outside
[01:53.893] And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests
[01:57.717] And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest
[02:01.505] Yeah, I'm vain
[02:02.688] There was life here before there wasn't
[02:04.617] And before that there wasn't
[02:06.575] But seagulls still ate shallow water fish
[02:09.793] Morning boys still cast tall shadows
[02:13.519] And all the while the stars are slowly separating
[02:16.913]
[02:33.459] Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
[02:41.016] I just wanna hide my face
[02:49.295]
[02:49.697] In la'kesh, I've got no heart pumpin' my chest
[02:56.428] I'll have to leave me praying
[03:00.058] In the cradle of your flesh
[03:04.309]
[03:04.867] Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
[03:11.715] I just want to leave my breath
[03:15.413] And get between your legs
[03:19.761]
[03:20.266] In la'kesh try and leave me again
[03:26.759] I'll say "Hello"
[03:28.593] You'll say
[03:29.733]
[03:31.309] And end will be end
[03:35.282]
[03:47.587] Okay
[03:48.344]
[03:55.870] These are songs to be listened to after I'm dead (dead dead dead)
[04:00.201] When old women start wearing their hair grey
[04:03.838] These are songs to help an ant find its shadow
[04:07.774] Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060
[04:17.506] Whooming to the shhhhhh
In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til I'm blue
Until the next time I see you
I'm recording the vocals in my underwear
Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day
With a ****in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye
Your shit is fake, you're play acting
This ain't drama class
It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your bipolarity
Until the handkerchief of history
Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript
I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms
Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and
Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken
To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher
That we wore color
That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions
In cement-surrounded city parks
That we let our skin soak up the sun
That we sometimes wore our hair long
And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids
That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
So that we would have something honest to dance to
Something soulful to sing to
And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window
Because it was dark outside
And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests
And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest
Yeah, I'm vain
There was life here before there wasn't
And before that there wasn't
But seagulls still ate shallow water fish
Morning boys still cast tall shadows
And all the while the stars are slowly separating
Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
I just wanna hide my face
In la'kesh, I've got no heart pumpin' my chest
I'll have to leave me praying
In the cradle of your flesh
Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
I just want to leave my breath
And get between your legs
In la'kesh try and leave me again
I'll say "Hello"
You'll say
And end will be end
Okay
These are songs to be listened to after I'm dead (dead dead dead)
When old women start wearing their hair grey
These are songs to help an ant find its shadow
Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060
Whooming to the shhhhhh
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.948] In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til I'm blue
[00:13.005] Until the next time I see you
[00:19.517]
[00:24.689] I'm recording the vocals in my underwear
[00:31.669] Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day
[00:37.815] With a ****in' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye
[00:43.235] Your shit is fake, you're play acting
[00:49.287] This ain't drama class
[00:51.319] It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your bipolarity
[00:55.294]
[00:59.825] Until the handkerchief of history
[01:02.480] Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript
[01:07.108] I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms
[01:11.371] Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and
[01:15.546] Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken
[01:18.710] To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher
[01:22.478] That we wore color
[01:23.758] That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions
[01:27.540] In cement-surrounded city parks
[01:29.995] That we let our skin soak up the sun
[01:34.433] That we sometimes wore our hair long
[01:36.323] And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids
[01:39.230] That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
[01:41.814] So that we would have something honest to dance to
[01:44.308] Something soulful to sing to
[01:46.004] And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window
[01:51.383] Because it was dark outside
[01:53.893] And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests
[01:57.717] And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest
[02:01.505] Yeah, I'm vain
[02:02.688] There was life here before there wasn't
[02:04.617] And before that there wasn't
[02:06.575] But seagulls still ate shallow water fish
[02:09.793] Morning boys still cast tall shadows
[02:13.519] And all the while the stars are slowly separating
[02:16.913]
[02:33.459] Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
[02:41.016] I just wanna hide my face
[02:49.295]
[02:49.697] In la'kesh, I've got no heart pumpin' my chest
[02:56.428] I'll have to leave me praying
[03:00.058] In the cradle of your flesh
[03:04.309]
[03:04.867] Elizabeth, I don't know what you expect
[03:11.715] I just want to leave my breath
[03:15.413] And get between your legs
[03:19.761]
[03:20.266] In la'kesh try and leave me again
[03:26.759] I'll say "Hello"
[03:28.593] You'll say
[03:29.733]
[03:31.309] And end will be end
[03:35.282]
[03:47.587] Okay
[03:48.344]
[03:55.870] These are songs to be listened to after I'm dead (dead dead dead)
[04:00.201] When old women start wearing their hair grey
[04:03.838] These are songs to help an ant find its shadow
[04:07.774] Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060
[04:17.506] Whooming to the shhhhhh
Twenty eight tell me are you single yet
My heart's as big as texas
It'd take more than just a lingual
Threat to get this past to let live
At best he'l...
Shirtless, sheetless and sleepless on the edge of your queen-sized bed
Last night I didn't wanna move you cause your tendons were tight
You said I'd...
I'm gonna die young (repeated through song)
I don't have the sort of vein that can lead me into late adulthood
By trash compacter or giant egg slice...