Letra de Opposite Ends - The Crimea
Letra de canci�n de Opposite Ends de The Crimea lyrics
Done something real bad this time, practically signed my own death warrant, she was staring right at me burning my eyelashes.
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub, neither overjoyed to be out of love.
It takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day, I was the black cloud, she was the bright day.
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...
You and I and not the screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
and not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.
You look so good I wanna see hundreds and thousands of you crawling through the dessert like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles.
Our brains leave their sculls, walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight, stares, melting together like pink and white marshmallows.
Yeah I was a fool and yeah you were a fool but who can name a penny that has not been in the pocket of a fool, of a fool, of a fool...
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...
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You and I and not the screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
and not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.
It's hardly the stuff of legend, I ask the questions, get down off your broomstick and sweep the floor.
Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on, when I'm half-baked and the red mist is gone
I see you lying there, wishing it could always be this way, that I could die this day, you always lying there,
me always half-baked without a care in the stupid world, without a stupid world to care about...
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub, neither overjoyed to be out of love.
It takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day, I was the black cloud, she was the bright day.
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...
You and I and not the screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
and not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.
You look so good I wanna see hundreds and thousands of you crawling through the dessert like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles.
Our brains leave their sculls, walk the tightrope of our rabbit in the headlight, stares, melting together like pink and white marshmallows.
Yeah I was a fool and yeah you were a fool but who can name a penny that has not been in the pocket of a fool, of a fool, of a fool...
Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel...
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/opposite-ends-the-crimea.php
You and I and not the screaming animals with yellow jealous eyes,
and not the decoration of the battle last night
when we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends,
wake up in the morning both at opposite ends.
It's hardly the stuff of legend, I ask the questions, get down off your broomstick and sweep the floor.
Sometimes I think you could be more than just a punch bag with lipstick on, when I'm half-baked and the red mist is gone
I see you lying there, wishing it could always be this way, that I could die this day, you always lying there,
me always half-baked without a care in the stupid world, without a stupid world to care about...
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
Isobelle, Isobelle, remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel, feel
