1. Inicio
  2. Wooden Wand
  3. Spitting at the Cameras

Spitting at the Cameras

Wooden Wand

Predicated on collective faith or nothing (whichever’s fine) There’s ox blood on the windmill, it’s in orbit day and night There’s a balcony adjacent where my old lady makes her calls And I hope she’ll be here with me when that ivory tower falls My pistol formed an eager hook and soon we were at war I briefly drank the sunlight then was grafted in the gore But I may have overshot it, for before I drew my knife I scared her with my dreaming, made her afraid of her own life The foaming formed the shadow of a dragon made of white Concrete floated in the streets and the fountains were alight We were spitting at the cameras and were whisked into a car Where no comfort ever finds you when you forfeit what you are --- SPITTING AT THE CAMERAS - Wooden Wand

Compartir


※ Letrista

JAMES TOTH

https://onlyrics.co/es/wooden-wand/spitting-at-the-cameras?lang=en

Enviado el 25 de noviembre de 2022 Por Anonymous

Comentarios

You need to be logged in to write a comment. Please login or register to continue.
Wooden Wand
Lo mejor de
Wooden Wand

Nombre Lanzamiento o Álbum

Some Archives 1995-2010

Record Label

Mad Monk

Fecha de Lanzamiento

9 de febrero de 2020

Idioma

language Inglés

Spotify

Escuchar en spotify

Palabras

Palabras más usadas en esta canción

were

Análisis

Análisis de la canción