Kaia Kater - Cayonland Lyrics
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Cayonland
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What Are The Lyrics For Cayonland By Kaia Kater?
In a freeway trailer the horses flash golden manes
You puff the vapor and blow it off the window pane My heavy braids fall like ropes pulling softly at you Urging you to look in my direction The dark-haired dusk flaunts her coral lips at sunset You are fussing with the tape deck I am teetering, pacing at the edge of you Mining for a breach in your inflection In the Canyonland of rock Where the twitching jackal hides And the woman takes her time Takes her time In the Canyonland of stone You can size me up and run Come on, cleave me from your rib I'll be gone There was a time when all I knew was all I wanted When every crop was set ablaze Like the bird I have turned and pulled you into me Whistling all the themes to your resentment Steady baby, steady on the hazard lights The lizard crosses on the road My broken oath is hanging from the dashboard face And you are waiting to reload In the Canyonland of rock Where the twitching jackal hides And the woman takes her time Takes her time In the Canyonland of stone You can size me up and run Come on, cleave me from your rib I'll be gone I see you breaking Baby what for? Baby what for? Maybe for me I see you breaking Baby what for? Baby what for? Maybe for me In the Canyonland of rock Where the twitching jackal hides And the woman takes her time Takes her time In the Canyonland of stone You can size me up and run Come on, cleave me from your rib I'll be gone |
Who Wrote Cayonland By Kaia Kater?
Kaia Kater Hurst
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What's The Duration Of The Cayonland By Kaia Kater?The duration of Cayonland is 4:06 minutes and seconds. |
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