Anton Vezuv - Far Camp Song dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Anton Vezuv - Far Camp Song dalszöveg lyrics]
Sector six, she says dismiss
Now it’s lunchtime, she leaves her offside
At last for just one rung, for just one step
I lose my senses, I lose my head
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her busy hands she covers the day
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her pretty hands she blows me away
But she will come back
When the children go home, she will come back
Hide and squat, shout your names
It’s her still, playing games
Idle hour, she turns sour
A mug on her face pulls my ground out
And breaks my bones
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her busy hands she covers the day
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her pretty hands she blows me away
But she will come back
When the children go home, she will come back
Now it’s lunchtime, she leaves her offside
At last for just one rung, for just one step
I lose my senses, I lose my head
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her busy hands she covers the day
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her pretty hands she blows me away
But she will come back
When the children go home, she will come back
Hide and squat, shout your names
It’s her still, playing games
Idle hour, she turns sour
A mug on her face pulls my ground out
And breaks my bones
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her busy hands she covers the day
We’ve got rain but we gloss it away
With her pretty hands she blows me away
But she will come back
When the children go home, she will come back