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Bài hát tiếp theo bởi tác giả này.
Được phát hành lúc 5/8/2020.
Thời lượng: 5:25.
Nghe tại Bandcamp.
Những người đóng góp:
- William Leonard itswilliamleonard Tumblr ← Cool and New Music Team's Credit Score Đóng góp vào bài hát trước đó bởi tác giả này (drums)
Lời bài hát:
The feet are down on the ground
The air is cold
The car is westward bound
The sun is setting pink and goldThe notions set about
Like leaves in fall
Fixed stubborn and still
As cave paintings on the wallIn my own time
In my own time
(Upon Cro-Patrick sang aloud)
In my own time,br>In my own time
(Float for a day above this world of sin)Dark was the night
Deep was the sound
Airlines trembled at the sight
Heirloom heads sat roundScratch on the advertising,
Pick a better place to die,
Spitting, fucking, rising,
Soaring, desecrating the skyAlabaster, ivory walls,
That could pass for the clouds,
Your social curtain calls,
When you walk through the streets in shrouds.In my own time
In my own time
(That muttered head to head)
In my own time
In my own time
(Your life can grow much sweeter if you will)Dark was the night
Deep was the sound
Airlines trembled at the sight
Heirloom heads sat round