Minggu, 06 Januari 2013

1901

Oh finally! More british music. Love it. Love Birdy.




Counting all different ideas, drifting away,
Past and present they don't matter;
Now the future's sorted out.
Watch her moving in elliptical patterns;
Think it's not what you say;
What you say is way too complicated.
For a minute though I couldn't tell how to fall out.

It's twenty seconds till the last call,
Callin' hey hey hey hey hey hey
Lie down you know it's easy,
Like we did it through summer long.

And I'll be anything you ask and more,
Going hey, hey, hey, hey,
It's not a miracle we needed,
No I wouldn't let you think so.

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it...
Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it.

Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend's drifting away,
Past and present 1855-1901.

Watch them built up a material tower
Think it's not gonna stay anyway
Think it's overrated
For a minute through I couldn't tell how to fall out

It's twenty seconds till the last call,
Callin' hey hey hey hey hey hey
Lie down you know it's easy,
Like we did it through summer long.

And I'll be anything you ask and more,
Going hey, hey, hey, hey,
It's not a miracle we needed,
No I wouldn't let you think so.

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it...
Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it.

Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it...
Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it...
Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it...
Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it.

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