Letra de Hive Mindless - A Forest Of Stars
Letra de canci�n de Hive Mindless de A Forest Of Stars lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty, come on lads, man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies which
Whip up a frenzy to rattle the worms to
[Verse 2]
Sit down here with me, squint that fish-eye lens
Raise a glass to the face of the past
He who dares, well he doesn't always win
Crescendo or something to usher the past in
[Bridge]
All a'jolt to the march half thought
Sparks upon sparks upon kindling, caught
All a'limbs a'roll, a'howl
Roll these bones down, funerary style
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All who wonder, all a'twitch
Ride the dreaded clich� switch
We belong dead
We belong dead
[Refrain]
Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty, come on lads, man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies
[Verse 3/Outro]
Gather round, gather round, gasp the dust from my bones
Snort your derision, dance the jitter dance encrusted with bugs
Listening in to your silence, distorting dial-tone, white noise waiting list
Rolling these bones against the door to halt the grating whistling of the wind
Grating whistling of the wind
Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty, come on lads, man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies which
Whip up a frenzy to rattle the worms to
[Verse 2]
Sit down here with me, squint that fish-eye lens
Raise a glass to the face of the past
He who dares, well he doesn't always win
Crescendo or something to usher the past in
[Bridge]
All a'jolt to the march half thought
Sparks upon sparks upon kindling, caught
All a'limbs a'roll, a'howl
Roll these bones down, funerary style
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/hive-mindless-a-forest-of-stars.php
All who wonder, all a'twitch
Ride the dreaded clich� switch
We belong dead
We belong dead
[Refrain]
Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty, come on lads, man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies
[Verse 3/Outro]
Gather round, gather round, gasp the dust from my bones
Snort your derision, dance the jitter dance encrusted with bugs
Listening in to your silence, distorting dial-tone, white noise waiting list
Rolling these bones against the door to halt the grating whistling of the wind
Grating whistling of the wind