Letra de «Grace Is The Smell Of Rain»
The cauliflower ears
The crocodile tears
The hearts too hard for breaking
We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery Miracle Sludge from the factory Come to trouble the water Angels and otters, Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain
Pride that stiffs the neck healed by graceless genuflect Heaven and earth embracing Like lovers under the mistletoe
These low of lows, dregs of the earth, malcontents when the last are first come to trouble the water Mothers and fathers Immersing their babies, they pluck them from hades where
Grace is the smell of rain
There's old sleep in our eyes and deep thorns in our sides but old dogs learn new tricks when the rain is falling By the bottomless lagoon a drunkard's dancing in the moonlight
The cauliflower ears (the dregs of the earth making their way) The crocodile tears (a drunkard's dance under the moonlight) The hearts too hard for breaking We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery Miracle Sludge from the factory Come to trouble the water Angels and otters, Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain Grace is the smell of rain Grace is the smell of rain (motorcycle) rain (motorcycle) rain (motorcycle) rain, etc.
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery Miracle Sludge from the factory Come to trouble the water Angels and otters, Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain
Pride that stiffs the neck healed by graceless genuflect Heaven and earth embracing Like lovers under the mistletoe
These low of lows, dregs of the earth, malcontents when the last are first come to trouble the water Mothers and fathers Immersing their babies, they pluck them from hades where
Grace is the smell of rain
There's old sleep in our eyes and deep thorns in our sides but old dogs learn new tricks when the rain is falling By the bottomless lagoon a drunkard's dancing in the moonlight
The cauliflower ears (the dregs of the earth making their way) The crocodile tears (a drunkard's dance under the moonlight) The hearts too hard for breaking We hobble down to your undertow
The lunatic fringe by the Quackery Miracle Sludge from the factory Come to trouble the water Angels and otters, Psychosomatics cleaning their attics-they learn
Grace is the smell of rain Grace is the smell of rain Grace is the smell of rain (motorcycle) rain (motorcycle) rain (motorcycle) rain, etc.
