Time for the final bow Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly
I know when a song's good, just like clear. Like gospel hymns that you call in the air. Come down, come down, sweet reverent Until my simple heart sound
Time for the final bow Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates are highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly
Here come the times of changing time. Here come the days of light and grace. Here come the hours of wordless wondrousness. Light light will fill this
Translation: Death Cab For Cutie. Stable Song.
: Time for the final bow Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates are highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly
: I know when a song's good, just like clear. Like gospel hymns that you call in the air. Come down, come down, sweet reverent Until my simple heart
Time for the final bout Rows of deserted houses All our stable mates highway bound Give us our measly sum Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly
will we be passed by will anyone stop for us be passed on the day passes away and we're alone the moment cracks along the sidewalk imagining what songs
s me I live the life Fast cars Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it) [Soulja Boy] Fifty on the floo A hundred on the table (Table) Thirty in the stable
But we still might fly away Curse my master and his slaves And his soldiers too Curse those fuckers, in their castle They're all bastards too Keep me stable
that's me I live the life Fast cars Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it) [Soulja Boy] Fifty on the floo A hundred on the table (Table) Thirty in the stable
world As a crack baby Hard for me to pay attention And I act crazy Gotta get over from the tip I watch the fat lady sing a song On how we guerillas
(Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1 You say you got five on my tenda You can bend over the table But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable