Letra de Act Of The Apostle Part 1 - Belle And Sebastian
Letra de canci�n de Act Of The Apostle Part 1 de Belle And Sebastian lyrics
Morning prayers took the girl unawares
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldn�t tell if it was a man or woman
A patch of sun fell onto her neck
She put her head on her arms on her desk
The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
The crazy hippies, they�re running scared
She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
What would she look like standing by the well?
More like a women and less like a girl
�Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I�d stay in a melody
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I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?�
Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
She knows she�s bad
She is slowing everbody down
The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother�s sick
He�ll be nice to her
She thinks that she shouldn�t be there at all
Her worries make everything else seem trivial
�Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I�d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?�
She was late for class and she knew it
The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
She couldn�t tell if it was a man or woman
A patch of sun fell onto her neck
She put her head on her arms on her desk
The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
The crazy hippies, they�re running scared
She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
What would she look like standing by the well?
More like a women and less like a girl
�Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I�d stay in a melody
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/act-of-the-apostle-part-1-belle-and-sebastian.php
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?�
Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
She knows she�s bad
She is slowing everbody down
The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother�s sick
He�ll be nice to her
She thinks that she shouldn�t be there at all
Her worries make everything else seem trivial
�Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
I wish that I could sing
I�d stay in a melody
I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?�