Song: All Along a Mapdot Tune.
Viewed: 90 - Published at: 7 years ago
Artist: Your Summer World.
Year: 2019Viewed: 90 - Published at: 7 years ago
[Verse 1]
A mirror thought inside depression
Lost and found in swirling rooms
Full of lamps moonlighting oceans
Deeply falling sides of you
Glossy coats and teared expressions
Blindly thrown into a kite
Stolen just before a fountain
Post delivered streaming eyes
[Verse 2]
Hourglass turn off the ceiling
Brief umbrellas wonder why
Giving bodies as a present
Whistling mountains live alive
Gentle seams stressed fabrications
Along a mapdot tune
Kissing doves in flight of hatred
Fragile minds become unglued
[Chorus]
And now I find that the world has gonе blind
Maybe it never saw at all
I'll skip my stonеs carrying wishing bones
Through the wind
Through the wind
[Verse 3]
Toasting all that shattered china
Chamomile and orchard blooms
Tipping toes around a garden cirrus stars hold paper moons
If I die before awoken build a home in satin streets
Skipping rope with wounded fables
Acrobatic statued feet
[Chorus]
And now I find that the world has gone blind
Maybe it never saw at all
I'll skip my stones carrying wishing bones
Through the wind
Through the wind
A mirror thought inside depression
Lost and found in swirling rooms
Full of lamps moonlighting oceans
Deeply falling sides of you
Glossy coats and teared expressions
Blindly thrown into a kite
Stolen just before a fountain
Post delivered streaming eyes
[Verse 2]
Hourglass turn off the ceiling
Brief umbrellas wonder why
Giving bodies as a present
Whistling mountains live alive
Gentle seams stressed fabrications
Along a mapdot tune
Kissing doves in flight of hatred
Fragile minds become unglued
[Chorus]
And now I find that the world has gonе blind
Maybe it never saw at all
I'll skip my stonеs carrying wishing bones
Through the wind
Through the wind
[Verse 3]
Toasting all that shattered china
Chamomile and orchard blooms
Tipping toes around a garden cirrus stars hold paper moons
If I die before awoken build a home in satin streets
Skipping rope with wounded fables
Acrobatic statued feet
[Chorus]
And now I find that the world has gone blind
Maybe it never saw at all
I'll skip my stones carrying wishing bones
Through the wind
Through the wind
( Your Summer World. )
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