- Tennyson You 歌詞
- Tennyson
- Whats the point of that? I could be pressing flowers with you
Savour all this time, rather than fret all afternoon Take me from my thoughts, now would be riper than limes in June Take me in your Rail Star canoe Tokyo spinning lights starting to split my mind in two Cargo ships and quarks tryin to keep the world in tune All these moving parts, none of it, none of it bothers you Wont you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you Wont you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you You, that fills my life with laughter You, my favourite freak You my, youre my snorkel All the times that I cant breathe You count down the days And I spend most of them feeling stressed But I know that well look back and long for this Im feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly Its not that important, Im happy brushing my teeth with you Im feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly Its not that important , Im happy brushing my teeth with you Brushing my teeth with you Pictures in the clouds, all of them drifting out of shape Camera rolls and files tryn to keep a solid state Tales in terabytes , life in a terrible bite-size view Wont you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you You, that fills my life with laughter You, my favourite freak You my, youre my snorkel All the times that I cant breathe You count down the days And I spend most of them feeling stressed But I know thatwell look back and long for this
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