Broken Glass In My Mouth (Words Are Lines That Turn To)
by The Book Of Ships
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Download TrackBroken Glass In My Mouth (Words Are Lines That Turn To)
there’s bombs getting dropped on the open fields
and I’ve not yet woken up
there are bombs getting dropped on those open fields
but I’ve not yet woken up
stars seen through the stripes are fine
but there’s many other colours to choose
and you know that a tip gets lost, a serviette’s superfluous
and there’s some tale about some man on the moon
well I’m sure there’s someone to read everything that’s writ
just don’t you go publishing it under my name
you know I’ve got no explanations for
how Silvio could rise to the top
well no time for silence the latest book’s on the way
they say we all get the leaders we deserve
but in time we’ll all go ahead and say that it’s absurd
it shouldn’t happen, or be this way
But there’s still…
bombs getting dropped on those open fields
but I’ve not yet woken up
Uh oh there are bombs getting dropped on the open fields
and I’ve not long woken up
Oh words are lines that turn to broken glass in my mouth
And words are lines that turn to broken glass in my mouth
Lost in suburbs and hand-me-down ideas
The forests are hiding in the municipal libraries
I should go and say hello
And take as a dance partner
A book unstamped for twenty years
You know everything’s worth saving
But in time we’ll all realise
In time we’ll all realise
In time we’ll all realise
In time we’ll all realise
That words are lines that turn to broken glass in my, glass in my mouth
there’s bombs getting dropped on the open fields
and I’ve not long woken up
there are bombs getting dropped on those open fields
but I’ve not long woken up
But words are lines that turn to broken glass in my mouth
words are lines that turn to broken glass in my mouth
Oh words are lines that turn to broken glass in my mouth
words are lines that turn to broken glass in my mouth