Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Noccalula, artist - Waxahatchee. Album song American Weekend, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 11.01.2012
Record label: Don Giovanni
Song language: English
Noccalula |
| We’ll make it real loud |
| Four years |
| We’ll barely speak |
| And you’ve got a husband now |
| I have Waxahatchee Creek |
| And you used to come here with me |
| I need a heavy heart |
| Allison’s only calling me when her life’s falling apart |
| So I pour it tall and talk to myself in my head alone |
| But it’s really better until I learn how |
| To gracefully let someone in and back out |
| But I won’t worry about it right now |
| Say what you’re thinking |
| I’m watching thoughts dance around in your head |
| You’ll let me down easy or you’ll beg for my empathy |
| And your lips are moving |
| Your mouth is so close to mine |
| I almost can taste your spit |
| Pilsner brew and cigarettes |
| If it keeps up we’ll run out of time |
| I’ll write you letters and I’ll write you songs |
| And you will be endlessly distracting and then |
| It falls flat onto paper again |
| You’re in the Carolinas and I’m going to New York |
| And I’ll be much better there |
| Or that’s what I’m hoping for |
| And we will never speak again |