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• Artiste: Rosebuds (The)
• Titre: Woods
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Ceramic lights, is this television, is this first ideas Laughter hangs from spindled towers Perception makes it real And blankets devour, autumn stretches, on a hill up high Say don’t you wait for me to give up on my side Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh good god Insides lit up with constellations, reflect teeming eyes And all the sounds for newborn ears, fresh, noisy and alive No don’t you wait for me, no don’t you wait No don’t you wait for me No you can’t burn what is already on fire Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh good god If there’s a softness left then it’s down deep Sleeping in the mines And to get to it would stir the sticking fits From where they now reside The smallness is the comfort between us But experience makes us mean And I know I know I know I know This is where the woods will take you Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh good god Holding the lights, everyone is burning down the pines There’s nowhere to hide, everyone out here is so high Oh good god