Letra de Whorses - Biffy Clyro
Letra de canci�n de Whorses de Biffy Clyro lyrics
Who�s the hippy now,
I cut it off to make you proud
Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down
I don�t want to be alone again
Got jesus� autograph,
No handshake or pat on the ass
His saving grace was talking fast,
I don�t want to be bored again
Am I ready to take that chance,
Put my faith in someone else
Let�s use this dynamite
We�re only making noises
I�ll make the brightness yours,
So we can deny who we are, I love you
But not today
The darkness fell like a shout,
Am I ready to take that chance
Put my faith in someone else
Together we stand,
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We�re at the bottom of the cove,
It looked like rain but
It felt like snow
Because wherever we stand,
We�re at the bottom of the hole
We�ll dig our way out
But we�ll still say no
The wound is king and how,
His whorses turn they make him proud,
His vision�s clipped like wings and crowns
Let�s use this photograph
He�s never even had the chance
To believe in something else
We want to affect a change
With voice and electrical noises
Wherever we crash we�re gonna blame it on the old
Unique to the touch and crippled to the bone
However we stand they�ll be swinging from the ropes
Unfinished and young or unhappy and old
I cut it off to make you proud
Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down
I don�t want to be alone again
Got jesus� autograph,
No handshake or pat on the ass
His saving grace was talking fast,
I don�t want to be bored again
Am I ready to take that chance,
Put my faith in someone else
Let�s use this dynamite
We�re only making noises
I�ll make the brightness yours,
So we can deny who we are, I love you
But not today
The darkness fell like a shout,
Am I ready to take that chance
Put my faith in someone else
Together we stand,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/whorses-biffy-clyro.php
We�re at the bottom of the cove,
It looked like rain but
It felt like snow
Because wherever we stand,
We�re at the bottom of the hole
We�ll dig our way out
But we�ll still say no
The wound is king and how,
His whorses turn they make him proud,
His vision�s clipped like wings and crowns
Let�s use this photograph
He�s never even had the chance
To believe in something else
We want to affect a change
With voice and electrical noises
Wherever we crash we�re gonna blame it on the old
Unique to the touch and crippled to the bone
However we stand they�ll be swinging from the ropes
Unfinished and young or unhappy and old