Текст песни JACK JOHNSON - Holes To Heaven
JACK JOHNSON - Holes To Heaven слова песни
Текст песни JACK JOHNSON - Holes To Heaven
The air was more than human andthe heat was more than hungry andthe cars were square and spitting diesel fumesthe bulls were running wildbecause they're big and mean and sacred andthe children were playing cricket with no shoes( )the next morning we woke up, manwith a seven hour drivethere we were stuck in Port Blairewhere boats break and children starethere were so many fewer questionswhen stars were still just the holes to heavenand there were so many fewer questionswhen stars were still just the holes to heavendisembarking from the portwith no mistakes of any sortmoving south the engine running smoothofficials were quite friendlyonce we drowned them with our sweet talkwe bribed them with our cigarettes and boozethe next morning we woke upwith the sunrise to the rightmoving back north to Port Blairewhere boats break and children starethere were so many fewer questionswhen stars were still just the holes to heavenyes and there were so many fewer questionswhen stars were still just the holes to heaven