Johnny Flynn - Iris, instilled | Текст песни

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• Johnny Flynn
• Iris, instilled

I remember her red tank top
Tucked into her Vanderbilt blue jeans
Her eyebrows painted on like arches of

St. Louis in the magazines

I'll wait until, Iris instilled
I'll wait until, Iris instilled

Hell of our heaven
Or heaven of your hell, son

Flooding in the motel pool until
All the rooms were clean
Imagine angels in the sky were
Prettiest I'd ever seen

I'll wait until, Iris instilled
I'll wait until, Iris instilled

Hell of our heaven
Or heaven of your hell, son

I'll wait until, Iris instilled
I'll wait until, Iris instilled
I'll wait until, Iris instilled
I'll wait until, Iris instilled

Hell of our heaven
Or heaven of your hell, son.