โหลดเพลง mp3 Murder Of Crows - Jamie T

Murder of Crows - Jamie T
Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It's hot in the guts
I'm gunna grip to the rail
I'm hung and I'm hooked
Fixing the sail
She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with
And one is without

Perceiving a ghost
I'm gonna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out
She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

How can we love like this

Guess life is like a roller coaster

In life love gnawed at my skin

Guess nothing I should never trust her

I don't know where I've been

Think nothing of a love and leave ya

Don't know nothing about him

But I know
That you've been seen out together

Phone of the green
Brick to the love
It's hot in the guts
I'm gonna grip to the rail
I'm hung and I'm hooked
Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

Am I strong enough baby to hate

Set fire to the revelator

The shogun turned up late

On a runaway train tryna set a wager

And there's a light twice
Shining bright in my eyes

It's an oncoming train to take ya

Out of my life and in to his wife

I'll be waiting hope I'll see ya later

Phone of the green
Brick to the love
It's hot in the guts
I'm gonna grip to the rail
I'm hung and I'm hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with
And one is without
Perceiving a ghost
I'm gonna stick to the trail

I wanna get in
I wanna get out
She sticks a root down on her meagre frame
The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It's hot in the guts
I'm gonna grip to the rail

I'm hung and I'm hooked
Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with
And one is without

Perceiving a ghost
I'm gonna stick to the trail

I wanna get in
I wanna get out
She sticks a root down on her meagre frame