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• Artiste: Kite String Tangle (The)
• Titre: The Heights Of Trees
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I barley recognise myself in hotel mirrors I got bored before I found myself At night I disappear If I can find the plug I pull it out when I am clean I leftward being just you and me Not this ocean in-between And you never stubbed your toe growing up And now that's all you think about So close to the surface But still can't breathe or break it Sucked into the bells of trumpets Shout out to the heights of trees The kind you only ever see in TV documentaries And I don't care what you're saying Because nothing ever happens for a reason But that's what I am told That's what I am told Let's head south and settle in Because the city has no sentiment Pick the fruit Like Vicodin Written faces on our money My hands are rough But you don't mind The silence hangs for the longest time I swear I feel your skin on mine You can scuff my shoes But not my mind And you never stubbed your toe growing up And now that's all you think about So close to the surface But still can't breathe or break it Sucked into the bells of trumpets Shout out to the heights of trees The kind you only ever see in TV documentaries And I don't care what you're saying Because nothing ever happens for a reason But that's what I am told That's what I am told And you never stubbed your toe growing up And now that's all you think about So close to the surface But still can't breathe or break it Sucked into the bells of trumpets Shout out to the heights of trees The kind you only ever see in TV documentaries And I don't care what you're saying Because nothing ever happens for a reason But that's what I am told That's what I am told