Chris Walla - St. Modesto Lyrics
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St. Modesto
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What Are The Lyrics For St. Modesto By Chris Walla?
St. Modesto
You were the ground line humming You were the thread of fire upon this night You could feel the living You staggered and blew your money A summery tailwind there upon our heels Ooh, me and you, me and you Down the valley You'd drag me along for measure The boredom was deafening at any speed Still I could hear your breathing You were as loud as the engine's gravel Winding through Altamont, towards the sea Ooh, you and me If you're the one who can save this broken wreck Then this is the end, we'll be through soon I suspect Don't argue, these are facts San Francisco Eighty and four miles later We were the vapor trails among the hills There above us An antenna of God, a broadcast The table of contents right down through the trees We were the pixels on the fallen leaves, oh, what do we do? Are you the one Who can save this gory mess? I know you're a friend You've been right and true I guess, I guess I know you'd take one on the chin You'd take it in the teeth for me We are a team, but we are untied I'm sinking with the weight of all the things I cannot do But when I'm losing it, when I'm losing it I know you're losing it too St. Modesto You were the guitar I'm strumming You were the power cord that made the light |
Who Wrote St. Modesto By Chris Walla?
Christopher Walla
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What's The Duration Of The St. Modesto By Chris Walla?The duration of St. Modesto is 4:27 minutes and seconds. |
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