Bonaparte - If We Lived Here | Текст песни

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• Bonaparte
• If We Lived Here

Customized errors, handcrafted mistakes.
They have brought us here whatever it takes.
To her it’s human but it feels divine.
My fingers slowly climbing the notches of your spine.
Valleys of dew forming on the backseat.
The sun hanging in the sky. Your sweat is sweet.
A shadow of a bird on your pretty face.
We are in this together – the road we embrace.

A perfect day we should start a tradition.
Could start a tradition.
We should start a tradition.
A perfect day we should start a tradition.
I know. I’ve got 52 horses and it’s time to go.
(If we lived here, we’d be home now.
We’d be home now if we lived here.) X2
(We should start a tradition. Could start a tradition.
Should start a tradition.) X2

I barely know what happens. Just take my hand.
The less we talk – the more I understand.
Our names are written all over that road.
We’re in this together. Let the magic unfold.
Remove the rearview mirror. High off to hurricane.
Place permanent sunsets all across the windowpane.
I wear your sweater - you are dressed in air for me.
You were there for me. Whatever we cared to be.
Let them talk. We’re in this together.
I pip your smiles and you ruffle my feathers.
You feed me grapes – I feed them back to you.
Life is quite a psychedelic the thing we do.

A perfect day we should start a tradition.
Could start a tradition.
We should start a tradition.
A perfect day we should start a tradition of love.
The best morning after is on the back of a horse.

If we lived here, we’d be home now.
We’d be home now if we lived here…