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I Know Where The Canaries And The Crows Go Lyrics - Artist : Blood Brothers, The
Why can't we let our mouths devour each other?
Why can't we turn those miles into inches Letters into breath, years into seconds? (We always said we'd return to the candy-coated jungle.) Why can't we let our mouths devour each other? We always said that we would return To see what kind of orchard our heart seeds grew Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know where the canaries go! I know where the crows go! So pick up the fucking phone, baby! I wrote you a letter just the other day my friend It said, "tonight my body lays crucified under the cactus our love grew Tonight black feathers will float from the sky like it's raining lies Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire (Choking on the broken digits of a dial tone) Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire (Choking on the broken digits of a dial tone) Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire Where did our hearts go? Where did our hearts go? Where did our hearts go? Where did the crows go? Where did our hearts go? Where did our hearts go? Where did the crows go? Where did our hearts go? Where did our hearts go? Where did the crows go? Where did our hearts go? Where did the crows go? Woah, our mouths are limp mouths Our mouths are limp Woah, our mouths are limp mouths Our mouths are limp We said we'd return for our petrified hearts Put our name to the parchment made a pact in the dark Gauze gagged beaks may pump And beat but sealed inside are secrets screaming to speak Woah, our mouths are limp mouths Our mouths are limp Woah, our mouths are limp mouths Our mouths are limp Woah, our mouths are limp mouths Our mouths are limp Woah, our mouths are limp mouths Our mouths are limp We ate the white from the wedding Ate the sheets from the bedding Ate the smiles off our children Ate the leather off our birth skin Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! I know where the canaries go! I know where the crows go! So pick up the fucking phone, baby! Have we wasted our whole lives Sucking candy-coated bullets from the chemical gun? Every car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on its grill Every headlight casts your shadow onto my open heart vigil I know where the canaries go I know where the crows go, yeah! I know where the canaries go I know where the crows go, yeah! So pick up the fucking phone! |
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