Shandy in the Graveyard (feat. billy woods)
๐ต 907 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:58 duration
๐ ID: 17399673
๐ Lyrics
Head down in the rain
My Walkman sings
Caught it in a paraphrase
The beast still stings
Feels like on the edge of
An age where the scent of you still remains
In the valley, in the faint light
In the words that the record sings
She left her necklace and never retrieved it
I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets
The clasp was broken, but you know me, I tend to keep the pieces
Shards in shoeboxes still sharp
Love and rockets that showered sparks
White lightning in a mine shaft and black as a cold heart
Blacker than before, a glassy eyed Gordon Parks
Cyclops in its maze, afraid, I hear sticks sharpen in the dark
Surrounded by the bones of those I slain, but god knows my heart
In between the trees
My echo plays
Brushing on the strings
Connect and constrain
Feels like on the edge of
An age where the scent of you still remains
In the solder, in the ashtray
In the old book we put away
My Walkman sings
Caught it in a paraphrase
The beast still stings
Feels like on the edge of
An age where the scent of you still remains
In the valley, in the faint light
In the words that the record sings
She left her necklace and never retrieved it
I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets
The clasp was broken, but you know me, I tend to keep the pieces
Shards in shoeboxes still sharp
Love and rockets that showered sparks
White lightning in a mine shaft and black as a cold heart
Blacker than before, a glassy eyed Gordon Parks
Cyclops in its maze, afraid, I hear sticks sharpen in the dark
Surrounded by the bones of those I slain, but god knows my heart
In between the trees
My echo plays
Brushing on the strings
Connect and constrain
Feels like on the edge of
An age where the scent of you still remains
In the solder, in the ashtray
In the old book we put away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.24] Head down in the rain
[00:26.80] My Walkman sings
[00:34.11] Caught it in a paraphrase
[00:37.90] The beast still stings
[00:43.62] Feels like on the edge of
[00:48.53] An age where the scent of you still remains
[00:56.31] In the valley, in the faint light
[01:01.84] In the words that the record sings
[01:05.96] She left her necklace and never retrieved it
[01:08.21] I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets
[01:11.83] The clasp was broken, but you know me, I tend to keep the pieces
[01:16.93] Shards in shoeboxes still sharp
[01:19.16] Love and rockets that showered sparks
[01:21.13] White lightning in a mine shaft and black as a cold heart
[01:24.57] Blacker than before, a glassy eyed Gordon Parks
[01:28.01] Cyclops in its maze, afraid, I hear sticks sharpen in the dark
[01:31.30] Surrounded by the bones of those I slain, but god knows my heart
[01:39.76] In between the trees
[01:43.28] My echo plays
[01:50.70] Brushing on the strings
[01:54.15] Connect and constrain
[02:00.04] Feels like on the edge of
[02:05.64] An age where the scent of you still remains
[02:12.74] In the solder, in the ashtray
[02:18.14] In the old book we put away
[02:23.38]
[00:26.80] My Walkman sings
[00:34.11] Caught it in a paraphrase
[00:37.90] The beast still stings
[00:43.62] Feels like on the edge of
[00:48.53] An age where the scent of you still remains
[00:56.31] In the valley, in the faint light
[01:01.84] In the words that the record sings
[01:05.96] She left her necklace and never retrieved it
[01:08.21] I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets
[01:11.83] The clasp was broken, but you know me, I tend to keep the pieces
[01:16.93] Shards in shoeboxes still sharp
[01:19.16] Love and rockets that showered sparks
[01:21.13] White lightning in a mine shaft and black as a cold heart
[01:24.57] Blacker than before, a glassy eyed Gordon Parks
[01:28.01] Cyclops in its maze, afraid, I hear sticks sharpen in the dark
[01:31.30] Surrounded by the bones of those I slain, but god knows my heart
[01:39.76] In between the trees
[01:43.28] My echo plays
[01:50.70] Brushing on the strings
[01:54.15] Connect and constrain
[02:00.04] Feels like on the edge of
[02:05.64] An age where the scent of you still remains
[02:12.74] In the solder, in the ashtray
[02:18.14] In the old book we put away
[02:23.38]