Excuse the shoddy vocals of late,agh well! I'm taking the chance te waver their plan Savouring needs that we don't understand We show that we know and we feel and we grow Though times only going where nobody goes Take a new stance in the sand that ye stand Savour the line where the tide meets the land Quietly reaching and favourably speaking Breaching the peace only man care te brand In fixtures and frames and unfortunate names Claiming of fame and then walking the lane To the view coming through in yer home living room Now somehow yer waywardly whistling their tune Somewhere,theres a lie so true Threshold windows break on through And ye don't know whether it fame attained Flailing forecasts filling the frames! Cast iron kettle o' dreams falls flat on the floor Rolling over still asking for more A flip o' the lid and yer last fatal sigh Ye sip and ye slip as the stream hits the sky Somewhere theres a sky so blue Threshold windows break on through And ye don't know whether its fame ye claimed Flailing forecasts filling and spilling and chilling Oh yeah they filling the frames.. © UncleUsurp 2008
Running time: 03:52
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