Heavy Dark Sky
Will fall into Berlin in time
We dress ourselves in gutter clothes
And move ourselves into the sewer stones
That's when we drink the Club-Mate (Kloop-Mateay)
Excelleratay
Battle Tooth
Puncture it
Puncture it
Barrel into the crowd, of the unsettled bodies
We stand backs to wall psycho draughty
We adjust our ties and pompette stair
And swoop into place, our matted hair
That's when we drink the Club-Mate (Kloop-Mateay)
Excelleratay
Battle Tooth
Puncture it
Puncture it
Wallflowers express the moon-light
Consuming everything but the night
We chip away at the wall and bury our fingers
Rooting ourselves so deep gives us time to linger
Trumpet of Mermaids - Barrel in Flower Lyrics
Trumpet of Mermaids - Barrel in Flower Lyrics
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Heavy Dark Sky
Will fall into Berlin in time
We dress ourselves in gutter clothes
And move ourselves into the sewer stones
That's when we drink the Club-Mate (Kloop-Mateay)
Excelleratay
Battle Tooth
Puncture it
Puncture it
Barrel into the crowd, of the unsettled bodies
We stand backs to wall psycho draughty
We adjust our ties and pompette stair
And swoop into place, our matted hair
That's when we drink the Club-Mate (Kloop-Mateay)
Excelleratay
Battle Tooth
Puncture it
Puncture it
Wallflowers express the moon-light
Consuming everything but the night
We chip away at the wall and bury our fingers
Rooting ourselves so deep gives us time to linger
Will fall into Berlin in time
We dress ourselves in gutter clothes
And move ourselves into the sewer stones
That's when we drink the Club-Mate (Kloop-Mateay)
Excelleratay
Battle Tooth
Puncture it
Puncture it
Barrel into the crowd, of the unsettled bodies
We stand backs to wall psycho draughty
We adjust our ties and pompette stair
And swoop into place, our matted hair
That's when we drink the Club-Mate (Kloop-Mateay)
Excelleratay
Battle Tooth
Puncture it
Puncture it
Wallflowers express the moon-light
Consuming everything but the night
We chip away at the wall and bury our fingers
Rooting ourselves so deep gives us time to linger
Writer: Andrew Krysciak
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