Elbow - Honey Sun Lyrics
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Honey Sun
Honey Sun Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Honey Sun By Elbow?
I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers' eyes
But danger lies behind the tape across my door I know a place where angels lace the lemonade And I cannot stay where all the broken plans were made Broken devotion Can I jump in the gun And fly over the ocean Can I jump in the gun And string up a net across Lafayette And sing of my deeds while I'm gone And I'll spin some lies to tell you upon My return from the ends of the earth She and I would death defy and promenade She and I were profligate as de rigeur She and I were for a Burton Taylor made She and I won't find another me and her Broken devotion Can I jump in the gun And fly over the ocean Can I jump in the gun And string up a net across Lafayette And sing of my deeds while I'm gone And I'll spin some lies to tell you upon My return from the ends of the earth Oh, love, like a sundown harbor Oh, love, like a falling bomb Oh, my love, give her wings and armour Oh, my love, gotta be long gone Broken devotion Can I jump in the gun And fly over the ocean Can I jump in the gun And string up a net across Lafayette And sing of my deeds while I'm gone And I'll spin some lies to tell you upon My return from the ends of the earth |
Who Wrote Honey Sun By Elbow?
Craig Lee Potter, Guy Edward John Garvey, Mark Potter, Peter James Turner, Richard Barry Jupp
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What's The Duration Of The Honey Sun By Elbow?The duration of Honey Sun is 4:57 minutes and seconds. |
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