โหลดเพลง mp3 Frontwards - Los Campesinos!

Frontwards (向前的) - Los Campesinos!
Written by：Stephen Malkmus/Scott Kanneberge
I am the only one

Searching for you

And if I get caught

Well, then the search is through

And the stories you hear
You know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news

Empty homes, plastic combs

Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome

I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's wasting
So much style that it's wasting

So much style that it's wasting

Now, she's the only one

Who always inhales

Paris is stale

And it's war if we fail

And in the migrant hotels

They never sleep, they never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold
Your cigarette cuts to the inside
Empty homes, plastic combs

Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome

I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leaving

This pattern's torn and we're weaving

This pattern's torn and we'll weave it