Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Virginia Girls, artist - Envy On The Coast. Album song Ritual, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 29.06.2017
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Virginia Girls |
| Come on, now you’re killing me |
| Come on, how you leaving? |
| You gotta live where the sound was born |
| The sound that never sleeps |
| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me |
| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City |
| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you? |
| (Listen to my noise) |
| This is where I live |
| Where the rich play dead |
| They don’t wanna be found, watch you from the crow’s nest |
| Draw a line between the need more and homeless |
| So we make our own fun, doing the lockjaw laugh |
| It’s not the promised land, it’s where I come from |
| So I tell myself not to ever forget |
| This is where I live |
| I’d never trade you for the west |
| Come on, now you’re killing me |
| Come on, how you leaving? |
| You gotta live where the sound was born |
| The sound that never sleeps |
| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me |
| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City |
| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you? |
| Won’t you? |
| I heard you’re moving out west with a new flame |
| Heard the sun never shines, every day’s the same |
| That should have lit you up like a cheap cigar |
| Why the long face, you came a long way just to play a part |
| Nevermind, I want another nor’easter |
| We need the bitter just to make the sugar sweeter |
| Listen to my noise, knife to both speakers |
| Sever all ties, wipe the shit off of your sneakers |
| 'Cause this is where I live |
| I’d never trade you for the west |
| Come on, now you’re killing me |
| Come on, how you leaving? |
| You gotta live where the sound was born |
| The sound that never sleeps |
| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me |
| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City |
| Won’t you? |
| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it, no? |
| I’ll be there at the wake and the funeral |
| I will help to carry you the whole way to the burial |
| The empty stares, coffers, and conversations ahead of you |
| Belly aches, nothing to satisfy the void in you |
| When the bell rings, in creeps the sensation |
| Loss of patience, at the station, east — west, split the nation |
| Now I don’t need a handshake, blessings, or better wishes |
| If you trade me for the west, I choose to burn my bridges |
| Come on, now you’re killing me |
| Come on, how you leaving? |
| You gotta live where the sound was born |
| The sound that never sleeps |
| Where it’ll shine, please stay with me |
| Ride the tracks of the train out of New York City |
| Won’t you? |
| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it? |
| Can you hear it, no? |
| (Listen to my noise, to my noise) |