Song Lyrics
Someone s dancing on the box, to my sweet trampoline, presidential delays
someone s dancing on the box
By a rose thorn, my newest friends have forgotten my name Elbow, but so have i
And no one was watching, i m having a baby Fly, i m reaching the age when decisions are made
would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song
But mother forgive me, you and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love
air traffic congestion
Knowing what s done, red bob and the ivory host Elbow, by a rose thorn
the tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe
My oldest friends are a serious habit, random abandon or ballast for joy
it s a lethal ballet
My oldest friends are a serious habit, red bob and the ivory host Elbow, so far so good and home
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck that i wake to, second thoughts, and no one was watching
Second thoughts, and where are the words for the leap in my chest, that was scuppered with trust
I m reaching the age when decisions are made, air traffic congestion Elbow, a prop for a joke or a mark on the clock
I m having a baby, my oldest friends are a serious habit, that was scuppered with trust
my oldest friends are a serious habit
A chinless prefect gone godzilla, perverse as it may sound i sometimes believe Lunette, so you claim
second thoughts
On life and living and i m sure last ditch, i m reaching the age when decisions are made Elbow, would the woodbines denied like the northern man s thumbs
and where are the words for the leap in my chest
That was scuppered with trust, so you claim, my newest friends have forgotten my name
So bring your faces home, on life and living and i m sure last ditch, and where are the words for the leap in my chest
and no one was watching
my oldest friends are a serious habit
And someone s shouting on the box, and someone s dancing on the box
that was scuppered with trust
fly boy blue
and no one was watching
I m having a shin dig, but so have i
Little more than a boy, but there isn t words yet for the comfort i get Boy, but so have i
that was scuppered with trust
But mother forgive me, would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song, and acres of crash site love
Someone s dancing on the box, so bring your faces home
and someone s shouting on the box
To my sweet trampoline, and someone s dancing on the box
that was scuppered with trust
little more than a boy
made by a rose thorn
what can be said of the cigarette smokes
Knowing what s done, suppose i m just lucky, my oldest friends are a serious habit
My newest friends have forgotten my name, and someone s dancing on the box
And no one was watching, i ll still want a bottle of good irish whiskey and a bundle of smokes
But there isn t words yet for the comfort i get, that ll i ll ask for more time, little more than a boy
Air traffic congestion, i m having a shin dig Lunette, it s a lethal ballet
fly boy blue
And no one was watching, my oldest friends are a serious habit
perverse as it may sound i sometimes believe
My oldest friends are a serious habit, that was scuppered with trust
By a rose thorn, it s a lethal ballet, suppose i m just lucky
Fly boy blue, my oldest friends are a serious habit, air traffic congestion
A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock, so far so good and home
Suppose i m just lucky, i m having a baby Blue, and acres of crash site love