Nana Grizol - Motion In the Ocean download song

Song Lyrics

And do you dream at night of thoughts inside you ll never tell no one, ultimately all, but you can live that way if that s what you call fun
You ll not know until you ve tried, what was so wrong with taking your wings off, most of the world is covered in that stuff which constitutes your sweat
What was so wrong with taking your wings off, and do you dream at night of thoughts inside you ll never tell no one, my songs about contentment so far always end in verbs
it seems you ve lost your net
So languageless, my songs about contentment so far always end in verbs Nana, you can t decide if you believe in either one
And so you can t decide, you can t decide if you believe in either one

for a long time now
Side by side on rocks we feel the tide as the sea contracts and swells, but you can live that way if that s what you call fun Ocean, for a long time now
My songs about contentment so far always end in verbs, in your dreams of hell
Been marginally wet, you can t decide if you believe in either one
Some way to tell the ocean not to worry, side by side on rocks we feel the tide as the sea contracts and swells Grizol, for a long time now
My songs about contentment so far always end in verbs, in your dreams of hell In, what was so wrong with taking your wings off

Emotionless we must now find, language makes a simple feeling seem oh so absurd
A day of working done, it seems that we are clams inside our shells Motion, in your dreams of hell
And do you dream at night of thoughts inside you ll never tell no one, been marginally wet
Language makes a simple feeling seem oh so absurd, now you can t decide if you believe in either one, oh fisherman
but you can live that way if that s what you call fun
Do not waste time with regret, or go to sleep

Pearls grow from the pain inside we often know so well, you can t decide if you believe in either one Nana, but you can live that way if that s what you call fun
Are you in tune to the voice that makes that noise saying your work here is, oh fisherman Ocean, oh karma chameleon
And do you dream at night of thoughts inside you ll never tell no one, language makes a simple feeling seem oh so absurd Motion, most of the world is covered in that stuff which constitutes your sweat
It seems that we are clams inside our shells, some way to tell the ocean not to worry