Foxes In Midsummer Fires Lyrics
I buckle and rosed As god and the rest(wrist)How mere riches beA war or we loseClose into symbolsA fly drinks the ignitions(indications)They turn infant's breath myMilk and wrap to her babyIn dayAnd night to come(x2)Their little handsSmooth all thingsAd nauseumSinged by it, pulled around of my blazening(Pulled round)Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored(Trousers)Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so(Tighter)All of the time I improvise by making sure(Tighter)It's to wait for youRounderPulled rounder (x3)(x2)Pulled roundTrousersTighterTighterTheir fan I tickleFrom serpents to dragonsI'd immerse you in flameYour milk and your passionLead weight for his from his old turnThe young, I was eagerestOn using the stairs IHow nested to find youI buckle and rosed As god and the rest(wrist)How mere riches beA war all we loseClose into symbolsA fly drinks the ignitionsThey turn infant's breath myMilk and wrap to her babyIn dayAnd night to comeTheir little handsSmooth all thingsAd nauseumThings oldAnd youngVery youngRise here comes our reasonNew skies are a young escape to find youSinged by it, pulled around of my blazening(Pulled round)Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed(Trousers)Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so(Tighter)All of the time I improvise by making sure(Tighter)It's to wait for youPulled round of (x4)(x2)
Cocteau Twins Foxes In Midsummer Fires
