Текст и слова песни Honeydogs – Wilson Blvd
A piece of string
Holding everything, together
Unraveling
About to give way
A silver sphere
Baring scar
There's a wheel somewhere, about to lose control
I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A
The kettle boils
And overflows
They paint the prison walls pink
Flood gates are opening
The ivory tower sings
I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A
I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A
Holding everything, together
Unraveling
About to give way
A silver sphere
Baring scar
There's a wheel somewhere, about to lose control
I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A
The kettle boils
And overflows
They paint the prison walls pink
Flood gates are opening
The ivory tower sings
I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A
I wanna hear my voice
In the den
I wanna hold your hand
Touch your skin
Wilson Boulevard
Camera 1-A
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