"Icon" é uma música de Siouxsie And The Banshees, 2006, Pop. A música tem 4:43 de duração, 46 lines / 208 words.
Letra
0:18My eyes went up to Heaven
0:23You didn't say I'd be blind
0:27Without them
0:30Icons feed the fires
0:36Icons falling from the spires
0:44Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
0:49You always said I'd be blind
0:53Without them
0:56Icons feed the fires
1:02Icons falling from the spires
1:14Icoms feed the fires
1:20Icons falling from the spires
1:45Those words hang like vicious spittle
1:50Dribbling from that tongue
1:53Close your eyes to your lies
1:57Force feed more pious meat
2:00Those nebulous codes and disiplines
2:04Stick in that new born throat
2:08Instill a lie an artificial eye
2:12To view a perfect land
2:16Icons feed the fires
2:19Icons falling from the spires
2:23Icoms feed the fires
2:27Icons falling from the spires
2:39Can I stick skewers in my skin
2:44And whirl a dervish spin
2:46Can I set myself on fire
2:50To prove some kind of desire
3:02Icons feed the fires
3:05Icons falling from the spires
3:09Icons feed the fires
3:13Icons falling from the spires
3:24The guilt is golden
3:28The guilt is golden
3:39Those ageless lies
3:41The shuttered eyes
3:44It's the nightpiece
3:45It's the Icon
3:48Icons feed the fires
3:51Icons falling from the spires
3:55Icons feed the fires
3:59Icons falling from the spires
4:25The guilt is golden
4:29The guilt is golden
4:35Golden golden
4:43Golden goiden
My eyes went up to Heaven You didn't say I'd be blind Without them Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Thine eyes rain down from Heaven You always said I'd be blind Without them Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Icoms feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Those words hang like vicious spittle Dribbling from that tongue Close your eyes to your lies Force feed more pious meat Those nebulous codes and disiplines Stick in that new born throat Instill a lie an artificial eye To view a perfect land Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Icoms feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Can I stick skewers in my skin And whirl a dervish spin Can I set myself on fire To prove some kind of desire Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires The guilt is golden The guilt is golden Those ageless lies The shuttered eyes It's the nightpiece It's the Icon Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires Icons feed the fires Icons falling from the spires The guilt is golden The guilt is golden Golden golden Golden goiden
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