Lyrics
To find a bone and float it down the stream, it curls in the depth of the night, it curls in the depth of the night
It curls in the damp of the night, who d have thought that we d break the things we like, to live without is to live under a spell
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
The scent recalls like a photograph with life, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights Curls, records the air like a memory of night
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, to live without is to live under a spell
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, her hair curls in the damp of the night
It curls in the damp of the night, to find a bone and float it down the stream Bibio, who d have thought that we d break the things we like
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, to see within is to feel without a light, to see within is to feel without a light
it s the path it takes that s a clue to many greens
her hair curls in the damp of the night
to see within is to feel without a light
to find a stone just to bounce across the pond
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
who d have thought that we d break the things we like
To live without is to live under a spell, it curls in the depth of the night, is the path it makes that s a clue to other songs
It s the path it takes that s a clue to many greens, her hair curls in the damp of the night, to find a bone and float it down the stream
It curls in the depth of the night, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights Curls, it curls in the depth of the night
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, it curls in the depth of the night
to live without is to live under a spell
her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
records the air like a memory of night
To find a bone and float it down the stream, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, it curls in the depth of the night
The scent recalls like a photograph with life, it s the path it takes that s a clue to many greens, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
Who d have thought that we d break the things we like, to find a stone just to bounce across the pond
it curls in the damp of the night
it curls in the depth of the night
It curls in the damp of the night, records the air like a memory of night Bibio, records the air like a memory of night
Is the path it makes that s a clue to other songs, to live without is to live under a spell
It curls in the damp of the night, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
Who d have thought that we d break the things we like, to see within is to feel without a light Curls, her hair curls in the damp of the night
To find a stone just to bounce across the pond, to find a bone and float it down the stream Bibio, her hair curls in the damp of the night
to live without is to live under a spell
To find a bone and float it down the stream, to find a stone just to bounce across the pond
records the air like a memory of night
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
The scent recalls like a photograph with life, who d have thought that we d break the things we like
Records the air like a memory of night, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
To see within is to feel without a light, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
To live without is to live under a spell, to see within is to feel without a light
To find a bone and float it down the stream, it curls in the damp of the night Curls, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
To find a bone and float it down the stream, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, to find a stone just to bounce across the pond
To see within is to feel without a light, to see within is to feel without a light
Who d have thought that we d break the things we like, who d have thought that we d break the things we like
Who d have thought that we d turn our home to hell, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
It curls in the damp of the night, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights Curls, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
The scent recalls like a photograph with life, to live without is to live under a spell, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
records the air like a memory of night
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, who d have thought that we d turn our home to hell Bibio, is the path it makes that s a clue to other songs
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, it s the path it takes that s a clue to many greens
Who d have thought that we d break the things we like, is the path it makes that s a clue to other songs, her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights
The scent recalls like a photograph with life, who d have thought that we d break the things we like Bibio, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
Her woolen coat under yellow sodium lights, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, the scent recalls like a photograph with life
To live without is to live under a spell, the scent recalls like a photograph with life, to see within is to feel without a light
her hair curls in the damp of the night
the scent recalls like a photograph with life
Who d have thought that we d break the things we like, who d have thought that we d turn our home to hell
the scent recalls like a photograph with life