Benjamim , Barnaby Keen - Warm Blood letra (lyrics)
[Benjamim , Barnaby Keen - Warm Blood letra lyrics]
Build your fortress with sand and paper
Fix your eyelids with glue and water
Make your bread out of bricks and mortar
'Cause you get opened up
If you got warm blood
Lay foundations in steel and concrete
Keep that building from standing upright
Iron and sawdust are what you're needing
'Cause you get opened up
'Cause you got warm blood
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
Love love is still love
Love is still love love is still love
Love don't care if you eat your brother
Steal from cradles and dust your mother
Live your fantasy, peak and end your fun
'Cause you get opened up
'Cause you got warm blood
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
To love
Fix your eyelids with glue and water
Make your bread out of bricks and mortar
'Cause you get opened up
If you got warm blood
Lay foundations in steel and concrete
Keep that building from standing upright
Iron and sawdust are what you're needing
'Cause you get opened up
'Cause you got warm blood
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
Love love is still love
Love is still love love is still love
Love don't care if you eat your brother
Steal from cradles and dust your mother
Live your fantasy, peak and end your fun
'Cause you get opened up
'Cause you got warm blood
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
I go walking in a golden temple
Made from timbers and hands of cider
Love don't care if your head's on backwards
Break the pavement with stones and hammers
To love