Тексты песен American Analog Set

It hurts where you rule me Girl you've to only Whisper to me, "In this whole world The beat in my heart is Your feet when you're walking" But he's always waiting So we never argue No never,

There was no doubt The moment it was savored With or without Your dad's coda speaking out of anger When word got out The kid was in danger Then we all went south For skirting the chains of labor For t

I haven't seen a comb now for days It's indie on the radio waves The girls will get reports on the hour From boys on the catwalk by the tower Don't worry now, the kids at the record shop Will show yo

Gnashing teeth where We once saw only smiles And claws that draw pain Where glad hands were extended Already gone are the people that wander With hands cupped to 'er ears Hear brothers that spite them