Phoebe Killdeer and the Short Straws[Weather's Coming-2008] - Licorice Skies | Текст песни

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• Phoebe Killdeer and the Short Straws[Weather's Coming-2008]
• Licorice Skies

Lick your eyes
And ply goodbyes
Flick a time
It’s liquorice fine
Whisper her
Crisper her

Petal quiet
Waiting riot
It’s a dark night
To pick a fight
Wish her
Miss her

Pulls and pushes
Years of misses
With a time
To snatch divine
Yeah

Simple crime
Wings retire
What you remember
Precious fire
Soft pain
Cool flame
Read your name
It’s not the same
What a silly game

Crush the brital
Cripple the sharp
Blush a little
And poke a dart

Simple crime
Of desire
She was pretty
And he was wild
He won’t let go

Miles and miles of liquorice skies
Miles and miles
There’s miles and miles and miles and miles
Of liquorice skies
Of liquorice skies
Of liquorice skies
Of liquorice skies

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