bobbin

歌词

(these books were alive they spoke to me.

the books have nothing to say!)

Inside ahead, it was a flood of white noise

Aside the chair, it shut down for four days

Green and brown are growing sweet a now aside

You run the bar in through a picture of your time

The wind-up bird was her new muse (x3)

She made the frontpage bad news

Tell me a story inside

Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind

We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove

Lie back and listen

as I read you, my love.

The low mower side, sharpened his blades

And we all told you that it's good to be scared

I turned the page and start laughing at my friends

I looked into her eyes, so that we could pretend

The wind-up bird was her new muse

She made the frontpage bad news

The wind-up bird was her new muse

She made the frontpage bad news

(What is that over there?

That? That's a rocket chair)

We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove

Lie back and listen

as I read you, my love

Tell me a story inside

Lie if you like but make the details true in my mind

We need to feel absoluty wrapped in your glove

Lie back and listen

as I read you, my love.