- Lyrics
- Album list
- Singer Intro
Portugal. The Man( Portugal The Man )
-
Stables & Chairs
I met a face ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went:'golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans' Through basements and racetracks met hollowed out from stretching mouths
All these thoughts rolled onto needles They spilled from heads tumble like apples fell into the sky, That's where they hide, Where rubies turned diamonds Like textures like sunshine Behind hands arms lift into its own Behind hands arms lift into its own
As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets Out of their throats pours tongues licking down 'What will we become?'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired Will stay where it's warm, Where it's safe from the down beating drums They went: 'golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans' Behind hands arms lift into its own Behind hands arms lift into its own
Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine Pull the sleep out covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine As the stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets Out of their throats pours tongues licking down 'What will we become?'
Into its own Into its own Into its own
-
|