Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saintly Rows (Oh Oh), artist - Dear and the Headlights. Album song Drunk Like Bible Times, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Saintly Rows (Oh Oh) |
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows |
Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap |
Pavement moans |
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh |
Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms |
They swing from your lips then tie your tongue up like you asked them to |
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts |
They’re shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom |
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin |
Drooling vibrations in an empty room |
There, just pull your eyelids down, they’re begging for your sleep |
Find yourself in white stairwell, a trembling voice now speaks |
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight |
Now your trembling hands don’t seem so hard to make behave |
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows |
Single filed piled while flashing smiles network imposed |
Dumbstruck and shoved oxygen snuffed, then beg for embrace |
Passion like cancer has got a wandering eye |
Caskets for hands, bury your plans right next to your songs |
When t-shirt vending is how you spend your time |
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts |
They’re shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom |
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin |
Drooling vibrations in an empty room |
There, just pull your eyelids down, they’re begging for some sleep |
Find yourself in white stairwell, a trembling voice now speaks |
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight |
Now your trembling hands don’t seem so hard to make behave |
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh |
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh |
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh |
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh |
Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms they swing from your lips |
Then tie your tongue up like you asked them to |
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts |
They’re shrieking in prose and breathing rhymlessness archaic gloom |
OH OH, OH OH OH, OH OH, OH OH OH |
OH OH, OH OH OH, OH OH, OH OH OH |