letra de pocket - polly gone wrong
a pocket full of honey
for a day in the workshop
and i axe and cleave and graft
so the honey doesn’t stop, and
calloused hands til autumn
til the sun bows her head
but i’d rather this reality
than a pencil full of lead
and with every drop of the hammer
i know that it makes me tall
and though my arms are heavy with work
my bones, they sing with my soul
my boots are made for this
so i can trundle through
air bites my skin and makes me feel anew
the fire [?] of autumn leaves are fading now
the ashes have all fallеn
found their place within the ground
thеy turned to silver-grey from golden
the soil will hold them close
drag them down without a sound
they’ve fallen
they’ve fallen down
a pocket full of honey
for a day in the workshop
and i axe and cleave and graft
so the honey doesn’t stop, and
calloused hands til autumn
til the sun bows her head
but i’d rather this reality
than a pencil full of lead
letras aleatórias
- letra de pink lemonade - tiva
- letra de eduardo - the gilbertos
- letra de modern girls and old fashioned men - the strokes
- letra de tempo e contratempo - jards macalé
- letra de black & blue - the spits (band)
- letra de ya girl lacefront is crooked you need to fix that - nigga liu kang
- letra de ich werd' die welt verändern - revolverheld
- letra de back in the dayz - nell
- letra de le double - psykick lyrikah
- letra de sadetta ja aurinkoo - v/ jussi selo - janne ordén