Postal Service - Recycled air

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I take a breath and pull the air in til there s nothing left
I m feeling green like teenage lovers between the sheets

Ba ba ba ba ...

Knuckles clenched to white as the landing gear detract for flight
My head s a balloon inflating with the altitude

Ba ba ba ba...

I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean s arms
And from here they can t see me stare
The stale taste of recycled air
I watch the patchwork farms slow fade into the ocean s arms
Calm down, release your cares
The stale taste of recycled air

Inne utwory

  • Be still my heart
  • I want to bring
  • Only you know
  • Take a look at me now
  • Sleeping in
  • Is this your salvation
  • Natural anthem
  • Grow old with me
  • The dream of evan and chan
  • District Sleeps Alone Tonight
  • This place is a prison
  • Carried
  • This blood
  • We Will Become Silhouettes
  • Suddenly everything has changed
  • Against all odds

    • Losowe utwory

    Holly

    (Would you turn me on?)

    When re you gonna give it up?
    You re giving me such a rush
    Come on, Holly
    Would you turn me on?

    You are the taste of something sweet
    And I m tangled in the sheets
    You left a small track down my back
    So chain me up
    I m in too deep
    Too much...

    Piękna nasza Polska cała

    Piękna nasza Polska cała,
    Piękna, żyzna i wspaniała,
    Wiele krain, wiele ludów,
    Wiele stolic, wiele cudów,
    Lecz najmilsze i najzdrowsze
    Przecież, człeku, jest Mazowsze.

    Bo gdzie takie cudne stroje
    I śpiewanki, i dziewoje?
    Kto w podkówki tak wykrzesze?
    Komu miłe tak pielesze,
    Jak ojczyste Mazurowi?
    Niechaj cała Polska powie!

    Je jazz les couleurs

    Je jazz le gris des hommes
    Contre le rouge des pommes
    Des murs sales de Rome, de Paris et de Beaune
    Voici mon 7ème jour et que Dieu me pardonne
    Je refais les mélanges avec les couleurs qu on me donne
    Comme le vert de l herbe dans les rues...

    River man

    Betty came by on her way
    Said she had a word to say
    About things today
    And fallen leaves.

    Said she hadn t heard the news
    Hadn t had the time to choose
    A way to lose
    But she believes.

    Going to see the river man
    Going to tell him all I can
    About the plan
    For lilac time.

    If he tells...

    Temple of my hatred

    With rage born of years
    Of christian slavery
    I destroy symbols
    Of christian domination
    Falsehood and emptiness I desecrate
    Fight makes me a beast
    Subhuman are afraid of my name
    I am their nightmare

    My blood is Gods blood
    Father of my ancestors
    Is my father
    I erect my temple
    On bloody battlefield
    On wings of my
    Revenge and hatred
    Stained in blood of
    Enemies...