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• Artiste: Love Language (The)
• Titre: Southern Doldrums
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Glass trays, ashes The needles are pining like lashes Redwoods, the bayou We can live anywhere that we want to I just keep on singing underneath these southern doldrums You ascend up through the peach's pit the tip of my tongue Even though we knew the pieces fit we've ripped them undone I think I'm finally getting used to it and seeing someone So you've fixed your eyes on Versailles A new day's arrived Your faith's back inside your fair share I won't be there Blissed out, Defiant Tall tales of fairies and giants Who lost their footing I stand corrected, you've lost me I don't ever want to steal another breath from your mouth It's hard enough just breathing when the seasons never run out Safe inside your ceiling til the feeling takes you down south Where everyone you meet will always have an open hand out Young gun, your skin's started peeling The sun's coming out Now you've got something to believe in You'll come back around Separate salutes Drawing a line through our bedrooms Get your Breakthrough But please hire the players you want to And I'll just keep on singing underneath these southern doldrums And you ascend up through the peach's pit the tip of my tongue Even though we knew the pieces fit we've ripped them undone Just keep on feeding each and every reason til you have one Can't think of any right now But i'll shed these doubts We're wound like two cameras looping With infinite bounds