117
- Gazpacho (2005)You are listening to the song 117 by Gazpacho, writer by Gazpacho in album When Earth Lets Go. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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- Intro - Gazpacho
- Snowman - Gazpacho
- Put It On The Air - Gazpacho
- Souvenir - Gazpacho
- Steal Yourself - Gazpacho
- 117 - Gazpacho
- Beach House - Gazpacho
- Substitute For Murder - Gazpacho
- Dinglers Horses - Gazpacho
- Intro - Gazpacho
- Snowman - Gazpacho
- Put It On The Air - Gazpacho
- Souvenir - Gazpacho
- Steal Yourself - Gazpacho
- 117 - Gazpacho
- Beach House - Gazpacho
- Substitute For Murder - Gazpacho
- Dinglers Horses - Gazpacho
- When Earth Lets Go - Gazpacho
Lyrics
Its getting late for time
This flight must be remembered
Let this cracked cocoon baptize
The stars
Frozen at birth
On earth
No casual affair
And I can not see
If its me
Nothing but horizon
In an ever shrinking bed she waited
In warm wonder
Trail the hungry water
In warm wonder.
I was going numb
In velvet on the seabed
Slightly more than ninety-nine degrees release me
Silence invaded
You can not see me
In warm wonder
Trail the hungry water
In warm wonder
Sail the hungry water
In warm wonder.
She'll try to sleep
Brush back her hair
She'll dry her eyes
But no one is ever really there
In her distress see through her skin
The bitter state we're in
One hundred and seventeen
One hundred and seventeen.
So its getting late for time
This silent thief
And we're waiting for the birth
Of you in me
But we fell out of the blue and burst
No casual affair
Couldn't see you from the bridge
If the doors were never there
In an ever shrinking bed
She waited
Waited
Waited.
And she'll try hard to sleep
And rest her head
The bitter twisted lie
Regretting what she said
I'm going numb
What did we break
You bend your will
To wake the dead
And this jackpot
Will be my crown
I'm falling down
To settle on a velvet seabed
I'm going down.
She'll try
She'll try
She'll try to sleep
Brush back her hair
She'll dry her eyes
But no one is ever really there
In her distress see through her skin
The bitter state we're in
One hundred and seventeen
One hundred and seventeen.
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