Wolf Parade - Pobody’s Nerfect Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: Pobody’s Nerfect by Wolf Parade at LyricsKeeper.com.
Pobody’s Nerfect
| Pobody’s Nerfect Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For Pobody’s Nerfect By Wolf Parade?
Early morning
Sun is risen Gold, chrome, Anastasia Wake up slowly Out the window Someone calls for Anastasia And I don't know how to stop it at all I just don't know how to stop it at all And I don't know how to stop, Anastasia He wants your heart And its little fictions But he just hasn't earned it yet, baby So raise your hand As he's explaining How we built this city on cocaine lasers And I don't know how to stop it at all You just don't know how to stop it at all And you don't know how to stop, Anastasia Morning will turn, turn everything back to gold So kill the lights For slow, slow dancing Oh, as if no one will notice And sing your songs Sing 'em all out, baby If it's out of key, well, nobody's perfect And you don't know how to stop it at all You just don't know how to stop it at all You don't know how to stop it, Anastasia And you don't know how to stop it at all You just don't know how to stop it at all And you don't know how to stop it Morning will turn, turn everything back to gold, woo Oh, you never know, you never know, know about How his little heart, his little heart is feeling so down Oh, you never know, you never know, know about How his little heart, his little heart is feeling so down Oh, oh, oh, oh |
Who Wrote Pobody’s Nerfect By Wolf Parade?
Arlen Thompson, Dan Boeckner, Dante Decaro, Spencer Kyle Krug
|
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…