Tiny Ruins & Hamish Kilgour - King's County | Текст песни

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On a plane from Reykjavik,
High above the Atlantic,
No real films or music.
I’m an empty fallen rider broken in
A full arena of ticky tape and silver,
Expelling me from there

And I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
Wishing the clouds apart

I’m heading down to King’s County,
First thing in the morning,
To where we polished apples,
Walked in the early winter,
And you know I’ll be home soon,
Beyond the clouds unending,
Home before the weekend,
To the South Pacific.

I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart

I went to the poetic,
My dull being to find there,
To shatter and awake me,
From every fruitless vision.
I walkways called you from a cloud,
You wrote to me from windows,
I was climbing my way out.

I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart
I’m wishing the clouds apart

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