Song Lyrics
Of the young and the faithful and the good, such conviction
Aerophane sorceress, hangs like a charm on my neck
Between a sleep and asleep, and the flood erases the crime MGMT, and the flood erases the crime
Has it gone all the way, to paint all the walls with the blood, between a sleep and asleep
I found a whistle that works, aerophane sorceress, i found a whistle that hangs like a charm
I ve got it this time, tiny axes repeatedly raising the flag, i found a whistle that hangs like a charm
Found a whistle that works every time, between a sleep and asleep
To paint all the walls with the blood, has it gone all the way
Has it gone all the way, and fall down into your arms
Found a whistle that works every time, closes my mind every time
And fall down into your arms, closes my mind every time, hangs like a charm on my neck
and the flood erases the crime
real emotion s such a drag
And when my noose is tied i could blow it, closes my mind every time, found a whistle that works every time
and when my noose is tied i could blow it
between a sleep and asleep
Found a whistle that works every time, and the flood erases the crime, the head attached with a scarf
i ve got a pistol that s aimed at your heart
To split the dumbness of a vision, 15 centuries of dissolution and grief, tiny axes repeatedly raising the flag
I found a whistle that works every time, i found a whistle that works
Real emotion s such a drag, found a whistle that works every time
And when my noose is tied i could blow it, and fall down into your arms
i ve got it this time
The head attached with a scarf, hangs like a charm on my neck
At home obeying the fates, the head attached with a scarf, i found a whistle as thin as a sheet
hangs like a charm on my neck
To return a yellow trickster and a thief, and the flood erases the crime
Between a sleep and asleep, i ve got a pistol that s aimed at your heart MGMT, closes my mind every time
I found a whistle as thin as a sheet, of the young and the faithful and the good, i found a whistle as thin as a sheet
15 centuries of dissolution and grief, i could show you
to paint all the walls with the blood
such conviction
And fall down into your arms, at home obeying the fates
that s when the trail escapes to nowhere
i found a whistle that works