Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apricot Dreams, artist - Descartes A Kant. Album song Victims of Love Propaganda, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 11.05.2017
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Apricot Dreams |
| Heal heart |
| Reveal heart |
| Conceal heart |
| Deceive heart |
| I’m floating |
| I don’t know… |
| I don’t know how to let go |
| I don’t how to reach you |
| I don’t know how to let go |
| I’ve lost my ruby slippers |
| I don’t know how to get home |
| Reality is shrinking |
| Illusion is a post card |
| I don’t how to save us |
| I don’t know how to get home |
| I’ve lost my silver lining |
| I don’t know how to let go |
| I don’t know how to let go |
| I don’t know how to let go |
| Let go |
| Let go |
| What do I dream about? |
| What do I dream about? |
| What do I dream about? |
| What do I dream about? |
| Stars are consuming |
| No lights and no camera |
| No one can listen to abracadabra |
| Zippity Bippity Boppity Boo |
| Zippity Bippity Boppity Boo |
| Winter’s approaching in the autumn |
| You bring autumn; |
| I bring frost |
| Winter’s approaching in the autumn |
| You bring autumn; |
| I bring frost |
| Maple leaves are falling, |
| maples leaves are lost |
| Make believe is calling, |
| buried in the frost |
| Maples leaves are falling, |
| maple leaves are lost |
| Make believe is calling, |
| buried in the frost |
| With a ring door -door and a doorbell ring, |
| I will find your smile at the window sill |
| With a ring-a-ding-ding and a ching-a-ling |
| I will dance my way to the ceiling |
| With an Eeny, Meeny, Miney and a Moe |
| Icarus is falling, |
| Icarus has drowned |
| Ginger bread is soggy, |
| nowhere to be found |
| Winter’s approaching in the autumn |
| You bring autumn; |
| I bring frost |
| Winter’s approaching in the autumn |
| You bring autumn; |
| I bring frost |
| Maple leaves are falling, |
| maples leaves are lost |
| Make believe is calling, |
| buried in the frost |
| Maples leaves are falling, |
| maple leaves are lost |
| Make believe is calling, |
| buried in the frost |
| With a Woodchuck-chuck and a Woodchuck-chuck |
| I will build you a house in a tree top |
| With a Jack be nimble and a Jack be quick, |
| I will turn this storm into a picnic |
| With an Eeny, Meeny, Miney and a Moe |
| Pumpernickel pickle, |
| reach for the sky |
| Here comes the Ice Cream Man, |
| lend me a dime |
| Ding dong dang |
| Ding dong dang |