Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come to Sin, artist - Bananafishbones. Date of issue: 12.12.2013
Song language: English
Come to Sin |
| All our dreams are dreams of fun |
| Handing out the watergun |
| Shoot me and I’ll drink you |
| Into the shade I’ll shrink you |
| Finally we’re done and stare up into the sky |
| Flat on our backs we lie in quicksand |
| Slowly my hand flies up and away |
| With the yellow bird driven by |
| Wind — |
| I think I’ll come to sin |
| With all this heaty windy skin |
| Around my neck |
| And what glory the sand in my pants |
| Reminds me of Doreen |
| Sand — |
| We cannot fight getting tanned |
| All the limits banned |
| Into the nightflight time’s right, no fight |
| There goes the sun into the the nightlife, yeah |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| Time — |
| Bugs crawling up our spine |
| And the memory is mine |
| I’m a grain of sand in your hand |
| So hand me mine |
| Yeah that would be fine |
| Heat — |
| I kiss the blisters on your feet |
| A lizard’s eye I greet |
| I’m afraid there’s no aid till we get laid |
| Into the nightlife time’s right no flight |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| I think I’ll come to sin |
| With all that heaty windy skin |
| Around my neck |
| Reminds me of Doreen, mocking photography |
| Shocking in the sand with me |
| Sand in my pants |
| Sand in my pants |
| Sand in my |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| I think I’ll come to sin |
| With all that heaty windy skin |
| Around my neck |
| Reminds me of Doreen, mocking photography |
| Shocking in the sand with me |
| Sand in my pants |
| Sand in my pants |
| Sand in my pants |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |
| Whang I sing while the others swing |
| Like a beam of light through a bottle |
| Suzie swings her phoney rings |