Paroles de la chanson Tasman Awakens par Augie March
Auteurs: Francesca Richards
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Music Publishing (Australia) Pty Limited
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Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard
Unwax it, unplug it
What you discover in August nights
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life
That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife
Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires
And can you surmise from which well
You have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes
What you saw when she stood in the yard
And she let him undress her
What happened next you have failed to understand
What happened then as he took her by the hand
Little lights are burning bright in you
Little lights are burning bright in you
Orphan leaves of arrested trees
Unwax it, unplug it
What you discover in August nights
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life
That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife
Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires
And can you surmise from which well
You have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes
What you saw when she stood in the yard
And she let him undress her
What happened next you have failed to understand
What happened then as he took her by the hand
Little lights are burning bright in you
Little lights are burning bright in you
Orphan leaves of arrested trees
Divide the street from the gutter
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife
And you, little lights are burning bright in you
And you, little lights are burning bright in you
And you, little lights are burning bright in you
They tell you what you have to do
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife
And you, little lights are burning bright in you
And you, little lights are burning bright in you
And you, little lights are burning bright in you
They tell you what you have to do
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