Hot Chip - Out at the pictures
Tekst :
This towns been raining
Far too long
For me to find
My way to you
You see me everywhere
I see you in my boots
And in my hair
And in my pen
For you it s such
That we could
Never find
Another way to be
Chorus:
Every time
That we walk the streets
I try my best
To keep up with the beat
You re everything
That i never could keep
I hear the sound
And it starts to repeat
Woah, woah, oh, oh (4x)
It s there and everywhere
That we could be
And even when we re
Out of sorts
We carry you
I always taught
So just a sport
To work towards
(Woah, woah, oh, oh)
Every time
That we walk the streets
(Woah, woah, oh, oh)
I try my best
To keep up with the beat
(Woah, woah, oh, oh)
You re everything
That i never could keep
(Woah, woah, oh, oh)
I hear the sound
And it starts to repeat
Woah woah oh, oh (4x)
(2x):
Underneath
The burning tree
That is where
She bought me
That is where
She bound me
Nobody found me
Inne utwory
Baby said The beach party Arrest yourself No fit state Whistle for Will Playboy Bad luck Look after me I became a volunteer The warning (And i was a) Boy from school My piano So glad to see you Bubbles they bounce Bendable poseable In the privacy of our love Tchaparian Careful Crap kraft dinner Losowe utwory
I m beside myself
But does it matter
It s good to hear you re doing well
But does it matter
I m beside myself
But does it matter
It s good to hear you re doing well
But does it matter
In the end
As I look into your eyes
I see the reasons why
my life is worth a thousand heavens, baby
when you whisper in my ear
I feel myself so high
I know that this time it s forever.
I waited all my life
never thought that it could happen
Forever
Forever
I´ve been down
This dusty road about a thousand times
And I don´t feel like anyone can see me anymore
It´s always on my mind the way I used to be
I´m just a shell of a man
It´s cold...
Lips like cinnamon
Fell like giving in
To the sweetest eyes I ve ever seen
Strawberry kiss with a touch of licorice
With a voice of chocolate cream
He s perfection, pure confection
My sugar baby, my bubble gum
Melts in my arms...
Sound a little tongue tied
better swallow your pride
cuz you cant find a ride
when you drink like a fish
maybe you should not drive
ill toot my horn as you pick up trash on the round a bout
for the next six months
with your ass spread wide
Well you got no class
speed up to pass...
