Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Idée Fixe, artist - Methyl Ethel. Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Song language: English
Idée Fixe |
| Eyes rolled back, we lash the runner |
| You called out to the summer soil |
| And it’s not that, we’re barely oiled |
| You crawled back to whip the silence |
| I climbed up two dozen roses |
| Each one caught like a Sunday soldier |
| Hair tied back, I’ve a tendency to lose it |
| Round the act, you lost your colour |
| I fired up, was the forceful endue me |
| Each one like caught the first one soothing |
| Lies a like I can rock a story |
| Children’s eyes takes another toll on me |
| It falls back in the sun’s contusion |
| I call out, I cannot be foolish |
| God was right in the first of the cooling |
| Side wind up, where’s the rest of the loose change? |
| Well I thought I found God, for the rest of the cool age |
| Peaceful now but to colour the tulip |
| Sides rise up for the ones who choose them |
| Each one bad like the revolution knew this |
| And I liberate these things is all it is |
| Yes, I liberate these things that I say |