Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eleven, artist - ¡Forward, Russia!. Date of issue: 13.05.2006
Song language: English
Eleven |
| Quit making faces at the one I love |
| These errant tightropes that you’re thinking of |
| Can’t be undone the instant that they’re set |
| Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground or |
| So they say (in the city) |
| So they say (in the sea) |
| Set your watch (round the corner) |
| While they bleed |
| I heard a rumour that you lost your job |
| Was it just hearsay or of factual ground? |
| This tightrope’s set up, there’s no going back |
| To sepiata and the plastic surgeons with (?) |
| Pineapple cones bleaching your bones |
| Pineapple cones bleaching your bones |
| Pineapple cones… |
| They came on the crest of a wave |
| The cusp of equinox today |
| This pillar of sleep orbited |
| By thousands of delicate thoughts |
| These satellites fleeced at the door |
| Comprised of the reason of years |
| As life flashes fitfully down |
| This spirit so fitfully drowns |
| A signal is sent from the core |
| To bring all the satellites home |
| Home, home… |
| A quart of the … still remains (?) |
| Tsunami that rip at the skin (?) |
| Anonymous wrenches of blame |
| A great tidal wave |
| Over the house on the hill |
| The snakes are all burdened with lead |
| Plumbum dementia for them |
| Just don’t forget |