Birdy - 1901 Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: 1901 by Birdy at LyricsKeeper.com.
1901
| 1901 Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For 1901 By Birdy?
Counting all different ideas drifting away
Past and present they don't matter Now the future's sorted out Watch her moving in elliptical patterns Think it's not what you say What you say is way too complicated For a minute though I couldn't tell how to fall out It's twenty seconds till the last call You're going hey hey hey hey hey hey Lie down you know it's easy Like we did it over summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more You're going hey hey hey hey hey hey hey It's not a miracle we needed No I wouldn't let you think so Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Girlfriend, oh your girlfriend is drifting away Past and present 1855-1901 Watch them built up a material tower Think it's not gonna stay anyway I think it's overrated For a minute though I couldn't tell how to fall out It's twenty seconds till the last call You're going hey hey hey hey hey hey Lie down you know it's easy Like we did it over summer long And I'll be anything you ask and more You're going hey hey hey hey hey hey hey It's not a miracle we needed No I wouldn't let you think so Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it Fold it, fold it, fold it, fold it |
Who Wrote 1901 By Birdy?
Christian Mazzalai, Frederic Moulin, Laurent Mazzalai, Thomas Croquet
|
What's The Duration Of The 1901 By Birdy?The duration of 1901 is 5:09 minutes and seconds. |
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- Natascia Diaz: Old Folks The old folks don't talk much…
- Jon Bryant: Evening Sun All the colors of the evening sun…
- Afro-Blues Quintet + 1: Shop Around When I became of age my mother called me to her side…
- John Brown's Body: Over the River Time stains like red wine…
- Daniel Boone: Beautiful Sunday Sunday morning, up with the lark…