Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shouting Distance , by - Benoît Pioulard. Song from the album Lasted, in the genre Release date: 10.10.2010
Record label: Kranky
Song language: English
Shouting Distance |
| You’d cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest |
| Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight’s weakest |
| The picking of battles like new persimmons |
| Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons |
| Oh the time the tone will lag & rush |
| Traced in placid places growing flush |
| Oh the time the tone will rush & lag |
| Preside over design with smoldered drags |
| A mural of moments of sharing progression |
| Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession |
| They’ll rouse a man’s fear when it’s dormant as winter |
| As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters |
| Oh the tone the time will lag & rush |
| His eye is on a sparrow & the thrush |
| Oh the tone the time will rush & lag |
| As the roofs & eaves deteriorate & sag |