Days Of Lantana
Ben Howard« Days Of Lantana » est une chanson de Ben Howard, 2023, Pop. La chanson dure 5:02, 60 lines / 312 words.
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0:01Rather someone go keep I did
0:08And I did
0:37Agatha and I go
0:41Down to the courtyard slinging
0:44Last year's sundays in the river of time
0:50Agatha and I go
0:53Down to the citadel sunday
0:57Red church bells and the moon on the rise
1:03If you were to tell her
1:06The days are numbered
1:09I'd break the teeth in your fake a*s smile
1:16Maybe in a rare wind
1:19Maybe in a month of sundays
1:22Maybe in a war
1:24I would still read the wrong signs
1:29But I don't mind it
1:32Being in the darkness baby
1:35To be by your side
1:37I would walk the nile twice
1:41Days of lantana
1:44Each saint with a 'cross and a hammer
1:48Radiation of the cherenkov kind
1:54So we go walking
1:57Birds at the window talking
2:01Jubilations in the faint june shine
2:33Agatha and I go
2:36Down to the citadel winning
2:39Things that graciously came to mind
2:45Gathering the day in
2:48Some make arrangements
2:52Some know the way
2:53And they just walk a straight line
2:57Well Curly's a baker's boy
3:01Living for the harvest nights
3:05Turns to me and says something like
3:07The world only turns twice
3:11Once for the laughter
3:14Once for the memories after
3:17All the rest is just kicking
3:19Through the weather and the fines
3:24So we go dancing well
3:27Twist turns and all things fancy
3:30I blame the baker boy
3:32That's what I had on my mind
3:37You in the here now
3:40Me in the far bar
3:43I'd wait forever if they gave me enough time
3:49Outside walking know
3:53Birds at the window talking
3:56Iterations of the faint june shine
4:15Ados mos boriba hati
4:19Inna mi shia dalave wa
4:23Ados mos boriba hati
4:28Ados mos boriba hati
4:32Inna mi shia dalave wa
4:36Ados mos boriba hati
4:41Ados mos boriba hati
4:46Qa wave wasi wasi
4:53Ados mos boriba hati esay
5:02Ados mos boriba hati
Rather someone go keep I did And I did Agatha and I go Down to the courtyard slinging Last year's sundays in the river of time Agatha and I go Down to the citadel sunday Red church bells and the moon on the rise If you were to tell her The days are numbered I'd break the teeth in your fake a*s smile Maybe in a rare wind Maybe in a month of sundays Maybe in a war I would still read the wrong signs But I don't mind it Being in the darkness baby To be by your side I would walk the nile twice Days of lantana Each saint with a 'cross and a hammer Radiation of the cherenkov kind So we go walking Birds at the window talking Jubilations in the faint june shine Agatha and I go Down to the citadel winning Things that graciously came to mind Gathering the day in Some make arrangements Some know the way And they just walk a straight line Well Curly's a baker's boy Living for the harvest nights Turns to me and says something like The world only turns twice Once for the laughter Once for the memories after All the rest is just kicking Through the weather and the fines So we go dancing well Twist turns and all things fancy I blame the baker boy That's what I had on my mind You in the here now Me in the far bar I'd wait forever if they gave me enough time Outside walking know Birds at the window talking Iterations of the faint june shine Ados mos boriba hati Inna mi shia dalave wa Ados mos boriba hati Ados mos boriba hati Inna mi shia dalave wa Ados mos boriba hati Ados mos boriba hati Qa wave wasi wasi Ados mos boriba hati esay Ados mos boriba hati
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