Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tule, artist - Mariee Sioux. Album song Gift for the End, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 15.04.2012
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Tule |
Even though we sleep like ferns |
I still feel like I’m gone for good |
And even though we sleep like ferns |
I still feel like I’m gone for good |
I still feel like I’m gone |
And whether it’s the anther, python, panther |
They still breathe hard wind |
Hard wind, hard wind, lumber and blood |
Hard wind, hard wind, who has the guts |
To spill them, spill them from way, way up |
Well we’re just floating on our backs |
Tea parties underwater |
Summer’s made of salt, swimming until |
We dissolve |
Into the sweet eye of the storm |
And we are here, we are here, oh |
Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
Forever naked, forever waitin', forever loved by the water |
Swing with me softly, pull me up closely |
To that neck that smells of pine trees |
Smile that reminds me of shelter |
Oh can’t we cling like magnets? |
Muddy dirt road, sleet and snowfall |
The time we spent up north is made of good |
Made of good |
But there’s a dog decoy of Tule |
Drifting out of reach |
Please wait, please |
With me, Tule, oh Tule |
Pretending to be drowned |
How long can I hold this breath? |
I’m dangling my arms |
Buoyant body |
Becoming the greenery |
Until I am here |
Until I am here |
Oh |
Forever naked, forever waitin', forever loved by the water |
Swing with me softly, pull me up closely |
To that neck that smells of pine trees |
Smile that reminds me of shelter |
Oh can’t we cling like magnets? |
Muddy dirt road, sleet and snowfall |
The time we spent up north is made of good |
Made of good |
And I was visited by the water snake |
I was visited by the water snake |
She looked me over, I was shaken |
She told me in tongues of wings |
In a language that sounds like the rustling of leaves: |
That the Lord’s been, Lord’s been eating again |
So go on, go on, take my heart wind |
This last old wild thing that’s blowin' |
With good dreams, wood beams, good good good good good things |
With the smolderings of love and armor |
The smolderings of love and armor |
And seeing the scene, being the bean, oh |
Seeing the scene, being the bean, oh |
Seeing the scene, being the bean, oh |