Lletres:
The Panic

She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sin she's paid for A lonely speaker

i put my feet in the soup oh oh oh yaa i lay a huge poop oh oh oh ya i take a moment to wipe it away oh oh oh ya i deny the fact that i am gay oh oh

Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh Uh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh You got these little things that you've been running from You either love it or guess you

I'm a disappearing act in poorly But if I ever get it right you'll miss me, solely Look like the cat had just ate the canary Coughing up feathers There

If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room we're taking over here So the gallanting Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching

She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottles of gin And takes a moment to assess the sins she's paid for A lone speaker

Lying there with a halo in her hair she cried There are feathers everywhere but it?s fine You do this all the time Crying now, through a rusted smile

This town just wasn't made for two But when the streets they call my name, what can I do? There's a place I'd like to visit there someday And if you decline

When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the sun found the moon She was drinking