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Future Islands - Walking Through That Door | Текст Иностранной Песни
As processions fade, New hearts doubt. But you are Golden and no one questions it. But who you fake and how you sound, Asks the best of men To share your
Future Islands - An Apology | Текст Иностранной Песни
This is what I know, The canopy loss of our home Is a far cry, while I'm away. Tethered to finding a rope, We walk in precarious ways. And go alone at
Future Islands - Vireo's Eye | Текст Иностранной Песни
A loose, and hazy time When you were not my Clementine And I was not your diamond's eye Bereft, as daisies lie For our love was not lost in style You were
Future Islands - A Song For Our Grandfathers | Текст Иностранной Песни
Been a long time, in a low place Surrounded by what I have made Need to get away Get away from what relates And what was done Cuz it's all over now
Future Islands - Light House | Текст Иностранной Песни
When I couldn't see you for the wall What was that you said? What was that you said, before you called? And when I couldn't catch you for the fall What was
Future Islands - Back In The Tall Grass | Текст Иностранной Песни
Home isn't open It's like, when you get here The tracks by the creek bed The minnow's the body Crawdads with their heads down low Back in the tall grass
Future Islands - Seasons | Текст Иностранной Песни
Seasons change, and I tried hard just to soften you The seasons change, but I've grown tired of tryin' to change for you Because I've been waiting on you I've
Future Islands - A Dream Of You And Me | Текст Иностранной Песни
I wrestled by the sea A loneliness in me I asked myself for peace And found it at my feet Staring at the sea All that glitters is gold Don't believe what
Future Islands - Doves | Текст Иностранной Песни
We've traded places times before We were built for making love and not for war I'm screaming fire! fire! Watching from the door I'm feeling burnt clean, under
Future Islands - Spirit | Текст Иностранной Песни
Trusted, repeated Candor, uneven in it's will to find The right design The form belongs, to no one Holding truth Come see me through Come through the
