From the recording Gregorian Nap
Lyrics
The latitudes of the mains
Nothing like this weekend babe
I’m over it, I am over it
When everything here’s not true
Why can’t I hold all these
I’ll run with it, I will run with it
She gets in her way
She keeps her electricity on tap
Intent on loss of herself
upon the sea
You see, you see
Like a ghost came out of your mouth
You got nothing like Los Angeles
Nothing like that look you give
I’m into it, I am into it
She gets in her way
She keeps her electricity on tap
Intent on loss of herself
upon the sea
You see, you see
Like a ghost came out of your mouth
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