Sondre Lerche - Nightingales Lyrics
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Nightingales
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What Are The Lyrics For Nightingales By Sondre Lerche?
Tell me do, something true, true of you and me
That we're too busy living through, too busy to see. What is it that we do makes us what we are If we sing are we nightingales, shine are we stars? Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show? Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone, I find it hard right now to name you one Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales. If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice Best agree you and me we're probably nightingale Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show? Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone, I find it hard right now to name you one Tell me do something true and drop the fairy tales. If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales God's a proud thundercloud we are cartoon cats With a fear that is biblical under our hats Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ? Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone, I find it hard right now to name you one Tell me do something true and drop the fairy tales. If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice Best agree you and me we're probably nightingales |
Who Wrote Nightingales By Sondre Lerche?
Paddy Mcaloon
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