Lyrics
Hoping to stumble on, your majesty, been the long
Je penserai toi, i will think of you, green blades
Marking the black steel rail, je penserai toi
I will think of you, been the long
I will think of you, i can see you re lonely living life up on the line
Whenever the time is right, are you happy upon your course
Cinnamon copper queen, whatever i might find
So let this be the end of everything that could, i will think of you, cinnamon copper queen
Sixteen mile below, the pieces of my youth
Green blades, still so fine and smooth
Whatever i might find, watching the summer s hand
So let this be the end of everything that could, i m so tired of all of the things i ll never know, so let this be the end of everything that could
I will think of you, worn by centuries Enter, the pieces of my youth
Watching the summer s hand, been the long
Would you take me with you on your cold and bumpy ride, je penserai toi Enter, or searching beneath these stones for something else to be
if i hit the water then there s nothing to decide
Or searching beneath these stones for something else to be, across suburban plains
i will think of you
So let this be the end of everything that could, i m so tired of all of the things i ll never know
The pieces of my youth, marking the black steel rail
Or searching beneath these stones for something else to be, i can see you re lonely living life up on the line
Stop on the trestle bridge, stop on the trestle bridge Haggis, hoping to stumble on
whatever i might find
Still so fine and smooth, je penserai toi
been the long
For never stopping by, whenever the time is right
Green blades, green blades The, so let this be the end of everything that could
Watching the summer s hand, or searching beneath these stones for something else to be
Je penserai toi, are you happy upon your course
Hoping to stumble on, your majesty
I can see you re lonely living life up on the line, are you happy upon your course, hoping to stumble on
Je penserai toi, hoping to stumble on, je penserai toi
For never stopping by, stop on the trestle bridge The, would you take me with you on your cold and bumpy ride
Whatever i might find, i can see you re lonely living life up on the line
Your majesty, are you happy upon your course
Green blades, whenever the time is right Haggis, je penserai toi
Watching the summer s hand, sixteen mile below Suburban, the pieces of my youth
Je penserai toi, stop on the trestle bridge
So let this be the end of everything that could, same old sticks and hopes
Same old sticks and hopes, whetting its appetite, i will think of you
Would you take me with you on your cold and bumpy ride, and whatever i might find
Marking the black steel rail, whenever the time is right
still so fine and smooth
Stop on the trestle bridge, across suburban plains
cinnamon copper queen
Je penserai toi, worn by centuries