Представляем точный текст композиции "The B.B.Fiasco" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dalys Gone Wrong . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The B.B.Fiasco» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dalys Gone Wrong передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Dalys Gone Wrong - "The B.B.Fiasco"
Lyrics to The B.B.Fiasco : We can sit on the rooftops, tapping our shoes to the sounds of the city. Gesture at planes searching the skyline, they cant see us. I swear we were there. Theres a plan meet at a quarter to nine. Dress in black and patiently wait for the sign. They spoke of painting this town cherry red. Pop your collar, have money to spend. Theres a girl at the bar with a pen and a name. Tell her softly shes the reason you came. List her vowels; hold them up to the light. Whisper closely the thoughts and words of your... Tell our mothers that we aint coming home That we love them so sleep because now that they know. We were gentle souls supported by butchers hands. Well wait in heaven if God lets us pass. Ive been waiting far too long now for you to stop and make me smile. The calendar is laughing again; crossing squares leading up to the weekend. Tonight will be like no other because tonight all we have is each other. Save me the improvisation of the morning Theres only eight hours left. This Sunday theres a week to take pictures and run the frames through next weeks edition. We were bad news, theyre just readers, baby this is our youth. Too explicit for print, this is our youth. Tell our mothers that we aint coming home That we love them so sleep because now that they know. We were gentle souls supported by butchers hands. Well wait in heaven if God lets us pass. Ive been waiting far too long now for you to stop and make me smile. The calendar is laughing again; crossing squares leading up to the weekend. Tonight will be like no other because tonight all we have is each other. Save me the improvisation of the morning Theres only eight hours left. This Sunday theres a week to take pictures and run the frames through next weeks edition. We were bad news, theyre just readers, baby this is our youth. Too explicit for print, this is our youth. If tonight was your last How would you move' Damn boys beat for the break down. Damn girls beat for the break down. Swing your fists like its your last dance. Throw your kicks like its your last dance. Burn down the discotheque [ The B.B.Fiasco Lyrics ]
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