Letra de Stalagmites - The Cribs
Letra de canci�n de Stalagmites de The Cribs lyrics
We stand here in ceremonial dress,
With a knife in the garter.
Like the love you never get to feel,
This is the fame of the martyr.
You are the California smile,
You�re the cake decorator.
�He has this plan which is keep doing exactly what it is you�re doing
And somehow everything�s going to be alright.
And I was like, I�m growing stalagmites, I� don�t want to be here anymore.
So I guess we�re going to live in this haunted city forever more,
Where the gray creeps through your front door and all the houses
Look like jack�o�lanterns, exactly the same all stood in a row.
Glowing with the mundanity of an early evening being lived out inside.�
Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes
Trying to focus in cages.
The lives are lived so what is it?
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An hourglass or two faces?
We�re only human is our excuse,
Let�s just keep blaming nature.
My heart melts less over the years,
Whilst the past rings in my ears.
You are the California smile,
You�re the cake decorator.
�So if needs be I�ll batter you with unrelenting dignity,
My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam.
Because all words will be meaningless when you�re washed up on the sand.
Try not to think about the future.
Try not to live in the past.�
In the meantime I�ll write down all of these words
And sing songs of being lost then found,
Being loved and lost.
With a knife in the garter.
Like the love you never get to feel,
This is the fame of the martyr.
You are the California smile,
You�re the cake decorator.
�He has this plan which is keep doing exactly what it is you�re doing
And somehow everything�s going to be alright.
And I was like, I�m growing stalagmites, I� don�t want to be here anymore.
So I guess we�re going to live in this haunted city forever more,
Where the gray creeps through your front door and all the houses
Look like jack�o�lanterns, exactly the same all stood in a row.
Glowing with the mundanity of an early evening being lived out inside.�
Like the rabbits with ointment in their eyes
Trying to focus in cages.
The lives are lived so what is it?
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/stalagmites-the-cribs.php
An hourglass or two faces?
We�re only human is our excuse,
Let�s just keep blaming nature.
My heart melts less over the years,
Whilst the past rings in my ears.
You are the California smile,
You�re the cake decorator.
�So if needs be I�ll batter you with unrelenting dignity,
My mouth will be sealed tighter than a nervous clam.
Because all words will be meaningless when you�re washed up on the sand.
Try not to think about the future.
Try not to live in the past.�
In the meantime I�ll write down all of these words
And sing songs of being lost then found,
Being loved and lost.
