所属专辑:Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True
歌手: Fair to Midland
时长: 03:55
Mountains of molehills,[00:03:55]
A grapevine in my ear.[00:03:55]
Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear,[00:03:55]
While the nests in my hands starve for rest.[00:03:55]
Sticklers for cheap fun,[00:03:55]
You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms.[00:03:55]
For black market all day parades,[00:03:55]
For a grand prize a slap in the face for you[00:03:55]
Bold faced type covers your text,[00:03:55]
It must have been winter.[00:03:55]
Still frame, no dice.[00:03:55]
Where do you get your evidence?[00:03:55]
Move now, stay still,[00:03:55]
It takes a luminescent hue.[00:03:55]
The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest.[00:03:55]
Still frame, no dice.[00:03:55]
Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete with both your eyes open.[00:03:55]
I just kept pullin' on both your feet.[00:03:55]
Someday together we'll breathe on mountains of molehills[00:03:55]