Текст песни DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - President Of What?
DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - President Of What? слова песни
Текст песни DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - President Of What?
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what i take for granted And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn And wheels would roll away Something's got to break you down ( )Entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was Monday You drove straight through and mined that quarry For all it could bleed 'til dry I gave a little more 'til I got taken for granted 'Cause beautiful boys gave chase And when they arch your backbone It's such a dreadful sight I'll react when faces find you With jealous fits that gag and bind you 'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all When imagination takes full control