Текст и слова песни Cocteau Twins – Frou-frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)
Their little hands
Smooth all things and
Blows your
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening Pulled round
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored Trouser
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so Pouter
All of the time I improvise by making sure Pouter
It's to wait for you (2nd repeat only)
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)
Pulled round
Trouser
Pouter
Pouter
Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things and
Blows your
Things old
And I
And then I
Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening Pulled round
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed Trouser
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so Pouter
All of the time I improvise by making sure Pouter
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)
Their little hands
Smooth all things and
Blows your
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening Pulled round
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored Trouser
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so Pouter
All of the time I improvise by making sure Pouter
It's to wait for you (2nd repeat only)
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)
Pulled round
Trouser
Pouter
Pouter
Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things and
Blows your
Things old
And I
And then I
Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening Pulled round
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed Trouser
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so Pouter
All of the time I improvise by making sure Pouter
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)
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