11 de agosto de 2013

Porque música é poesia (25)

Freelance Whales - Generator First Floor

We get up early just to start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em
We're finding every day several ways we could be friends

We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the house chants on without us

With all the lights alive we figured what your heart was for, 
And did a painting of you lying on the first floor
And when those stop your heart moans out for more

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