BERRY - Brown Moth paroles de (lyrics)
[BERRY - Brown Moth paroles de lyrics]
One thousand mourning doves
Are cooing like new mothers outside
My window a single
Egg in my hand is worth more
Than a million in the meadow
The full potential of
A teardrop pre-drip
Is like love or like fight
Like the magic of the night
Unquantifiably progressing toward
Purest white (Pure white)
Or a brown moth
Boring through dusty books
On high shelves where each book is someone’s
Heart reaching for ceilings
Like the sound of every church
Choir singing all together
The full potential of
A teardrop pre-drip
Is like love or like fight
Like the magic of the night
Unquantifiably progressing toward
Purest white (Pure white)
Or a brown moth
Are cooing like new mothers outside
My window a single
Egg in my hand is worth more
Than a million in the meadow
The full potential of
A teardrop pre-drip
Is like love or like fight
Like the magic of the night
Unquantifiably progressing toward
Purest white (Pure white)
Or a brown moth
Boring through dusty books
On high shelves where each book is someone’s
Heart reaching for ceilings
Like the sound of every church
Choir singing all together
The full potential of
A teardrop pre-drip
Is like love or like fight
Like the magic of the night
Unquantifiably progressing toward
Purest white (Pure white)
Or a brown moth