Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Day Of The Sunflowers (We March On), artist - Basement Jaxx. Album song Scars, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 20.09.2009
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Day Of The Sunflowers (We March On) |
Millions of kisses fall from the sky |
Millions of tears for sunshine to dry |
Millions of kisses fall from the sky |
Millions of tears for sunshine to dry |
Incandescence, let them flow |
Luminescence, rivers of being |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
Love is fleeting, we are loved |
Take my hand, you’ll fly like doves |
Sleep aside the steamy crabs |
Tremble, tremble in the dust |
Incandescence, let them flow |
Luminescence, rivers of being |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
Open like a flower, come get naked with me |
Music take me whole, tie me up in melody |
Just a touch, it’s all we need |
Just a kiss |
Day of the sunflowers, we march on |
Day of the sunflowers, we march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |
Just a touch, it’s all we need |
Just a touch, it’s all we need |
Just a kiss, it’s all we need |
Just, just, just a kiss |
Just, just, just, just a kiss, just a kiss |
And so they came |
Twenty thousand fishes, flying down from the sky |
Polka dot sun, five miles wide |
Apple pie |
I’m bigger now when I stretch to the clouds |
My feet are bigger than three lagoons |
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball |
Striving high |
I touch everything as I roll |
The fish tickle my skin |
The trees feel so nice on my knees |
And nothing is crushed |
Oh, it’s a big soft, a breath of mountain air |
I reach out for you but so is the ball red |
My hand stretches for a thousand miles |
Within the spiral of an infinite cosmic coil |
Cows, they look like dots |
I’m smaller now, I’m smaller now |
There’s no way through the window |
And it is lost, it is lost |
My dreams and my idol fantasy lay in front of me as dust |
Rivers of being |
We march on, we march on |
We march on, we march on |