Crazy Arm - Little Boats | Текст песни

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The little crowns that weigh us down
We sit inside, put on our frowns
From tapestry to wedding bells
We live in sin and fuck in hell

The little streets that map our days
The cul-de-sacs and true love ways
You’re jumping kerbs and hoping for
A speeding car or sinking floor
The little lies and little storms
The little guns that shoot us down
The little boats that haul us in
That walk our streets and wear our crowns

Stay inside for a while, lose your pride for a while
Fan the fire with hands of ire
Rest your eyes tonight, morning comes we ignite
Before we all learn to live and breathe again

Summerskills and better schools
Who would bend to break the rules
I’m sitting out the last dance
I’ll put it down to circumstance
The little notes that mark our days
The box of truth and memories
When all the words come back to haunt
We burn them all or make them count

The little plans and little tales
The little breaks that never heal
The little boats that haul us in
The little boats, the little boats

Hand me down the antidote
The burning bush and lonesome road
Hand me down the antidote
The burning curse and truth untold

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