Backwards, upside down and bleedin
Downright, inside out dried up
Paleface, skitchin and translucent
The sunlight'll shine right through those bones
Ground up like dust between two stones alone
Emptied scraped out dead limpin down the road
Broken boiled down and dried up
Bent beyond restore once more
Pack the poison cut the tough stuff
Haunted by the detail at the core
Daunted by the braids that weave the rope above your head
Elevated captivated nothing left instead
Swingin like a standard in the air
Hangin round the room beyond repair
Nothin of remark was ever here
What's the why of who you got right there?
That shade of blue looks good on you and you should know
Was your intention pure the least that you could show
Maguaro - Feet West Lyrics
Maguaro - Feet West Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Backwards, upside down and bleedin
Downright, inside out dried up
Paleface, skitchin and translucent
The sunlight'll shine right through those bones
Ground up like dust between two stones alone
Emptied scraped out dead limpin down the road
Broken boiled down and dried up
Bent beyond restore once more
Pack the poison cut the tough stuff
Haunted by the detail at the core
Daunted by the braids that weave the rope above your head
Elevated captivated nothing left instead
Swingin like a standard in the air
Hangin round the room beyond repair
Nothin of remark was ever here
What's the why of who you got right there?
That shade of blue looks good on you and you should know
Was your intention pure the least that you could show
Downright, inside out dried up
Paleface, skitchin and translucent
The sunlight'll shine right through those bones
Ground up like dust between two stones alone
Emptied scraped out dead limpin down the road
Broken boiled down and dried up
Bent beyond restore once more
Pack the poison cut the tough stuff
Haunted by the detail at the core
Daunted by the braids that weave the rope above your head
Elevated captivated nothing left instead
Swingin like a standard in the air
Hangin round the room beyond repair
Nothin of remark was ever here
What's the why of who you got right there?
That shade of blue looks good on you and you should know
Was your intention pure the least that you could show
Writer: Tim Smetana
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid