I have to say something if I want to sing
But it's not about the words
It's my voice writhing
To a place far from me
That my fingers can't reach
And my legs are so tired from all this standing still
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- Akron/Family
Тексты песен Akron/Family
- Akron/Family - Before And Again
- Akron/Family - Everyone Is GuiltyEveryone, everyone, everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone Everyone, everyone, everyone When you cannot dream, you cannot sleep, you cannot even see Others already looked a
- Akron/Family - Future MythCounting shadows in the sun, There's enough for everyone. Here amongst us now and then, Telling stories with no end. Many years ago we Found that light and sound were ample food. We forgot about ourse
- Akron/Family - I've Got Some Friendsbliss boy form awareness of purest brilliance sent to misclarity hey have you noticed? everyone is crazy i've got some friends that you should meet all good men all good women all their names but don'
- Akron/Family - Lake Song/New Ceremonial Music For MomsYou stand so far away lake's in the distance top of bales of hay breeze dream clouds thick and white kite, wind against the bow No matter how far we sail. Bees, leaves, hives go fly with flies in and
- Akron/Family - Lumenwash out your eyes you've seen the dirty place I can't disguise all of my longings sometimes in the night I feel your breathing and I want to eat your light for you to be inside me where's my head I s
- Akron/Family - MomentThe word of our Lord scratched in sand, By the spittle drenched flannel of man. We struggle to stand higher, But our feet are attached to the land. Our souls are just arches in bones. We've been crush
- Akron/Family - Sorrow Boysorrowed boy with so much mind you look so tired with glassy eyes your quiet pain i feel the hum beneath the surface a steady drum you're like a child when you've been wronged you heart is aching but
- Akron/Family - We All WillSad that we have to grow old, With catalogue stuff from the phone, Living off songs that we wrote. Sad that imagination it fades, Because everyone must get paid, So that catalogue stuff can get made.