Тексты песен Beirut

A plague in the workhouse A plague on the poor now I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday, fever Tomorrow, St. Peter I'll feed on my drum until then What melody will lead my lover from his bed? Wha

If I was young, I'd flee this town I'd bury my dreams underground As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight Far from home, elephant gun Let's take them down one by one We'll lay it down, it's not be

And this is the house where I I feel alone Feel alone now And this is the house where I Could be unknown Be alone now Soon the waves and I Found the rolling tide Soon the waves and I Found the rip tid