Death cab for cutie – Song for Elizabeth Tropics

Исполнитель: Death cab for cutie
Название: Song for Elizabeth Tropics

Текст песни

Опубликовано: Андрей Сентябрьский

Photographs of the best time you had,

windows smugded by the speed.

Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,

as morning turned into California,

And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette.

Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.

Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M. to take my turn at the wheel.

Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached

as the sun tortured California,

and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me.

Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete.

Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat

lodged out as the engine wheezed.

Still moving regardless of stable ground

and this stable ground.

Photographs of the best time you had,

windows smugded by the speed.

Leaving home with our bags from Iron street

as morning turned into California.
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