Saint Simon
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δΉι:The Shins
After all these implements and text designed by intellects
so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines
their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
I'm trying hard not to pretend
allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry everytime one's wiped out
I'm trying hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
rid my head of this pretense
allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Mercy's eyes are blue
when she places them in front of you
nothing holds a roman candle to
the solemn warmth you feel inside
there's no measuring of
nothing else is love
I'll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
nothing really holds a candle to
the solemn warmth you feel inside of you
δΉι:The Shins
After all these implements and text designed by intellects
so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines
their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
I'm trying hard not to pretend
allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry everytime one's wiped out
I'm trying hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
rid my head of this pretense
allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Mercy's eyes are blue
when she places them in front of you
nothing holds a roman candle to
the solemn warmth you feel inside
there's no measuring of
nothing else is love
I'll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fare the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
As I step into the night
Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
nothing really holds a candle to
the solemn warmth you feel inside of you
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
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[00:00.30]δΉι:The Shins
[00:00.46]
[00:00.56]
[00:01.66]
[00:01.71]After all these implements and text designed by intellects
[00:07.30]so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
[00:12.78]And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines
[00:17.68]their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
[00:22.37]
[00:23.16]I'm trying hard not to pretend
[00:28.86]allow myself no mock defense
[00:32.22]As I step into the night
[00:34.14]
[00:34.81]Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
[00:38.42]The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives
[00:43.67]The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
[00:48.69]I value them but I won't cry everytime one's wiped out
[00:53.63]
[00:54.26]I'm trying hard not to give in
[01:00.05]Battened down to fair the wind
[01:05.34]rid my head of this pretense
[01:10.31]allow myself no mock defense
[01:14.00]As I step into the night
[01:16.23]
[01:37.38]Mercy's eyes are blue
[01:41.65]when she places them in front of you
[01:46.79]nothing holds a roman candle to
[01:51.82]the solemn warmth you feel inside
[01:55.27]
[01:56.28]
[02:01.18]there's no measuring of
[02:03.85]nothing else is love
[02:06.92]
[02:27.76]I'll try hard not to give in
[02:33.52]Battened down to fare the wind
[02:38.81]Rid my head of this pretense
[02:43.76]Allow myself no mock defense
[02:47.26]As I step into the night
[02:49.51]
[03:21.80]Mercy's eyes are blue
[03:25.57]When she places them in front of you
[03:30.68]nothing really holds a candle to
[03:35.67]the solemn warmth you feel inside of you
[00:00.30]δΉι:The Shins
[00:00.46]
[00:00.56]
[00:01.66]
[00:01.71]After all these implements and text designed by intellects
[00:07.30]so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
[00:12.78]And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines
[00:17.68]their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
[00:22.37]
[00:23.16]I'm trying hard not to pretend
[00:28.86]allow myself no mock defense
[00:32.22]As I step into the night
[00:34.14]
[00:34.81]Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
[00:38.42]The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives
[00:43.67]The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
[00:48.69]I value them but I won't cry everytime one's wiped out
[00:53.63]
[00:54.26]I'm trying hard not to give in
[01:00.05]Battened down to fair the wind
[01:05.34]rid my head of this pretense
[01:10.31]allow myself no mock defense
[01:14.00]As I step into the night
[01:16.23]
[01:37.38]Mercy's eyes are blue
[01:41.65]when she places them in front of you
[01:46.79]nothing holds a roman candle to
[01:51.82]the solemn warmth you feel inside
[01:55.27]
[01:56.28]
[02:01.18]there's no measuring of
[02:03.85]nothing else is love
[02:06.92]
[02:27.76]I'll try hard not to give in
[02:33.52]Battened down to fare the wind
[02:38.81]Rid my head of this pretense
[02:43.76]Allow myself no mock defense
[02:47.26]As I step into the night
[02:49.51]
[03:21.80]Mercy's eyes are blue
[03:25.57]When she places them in front of you
[03:30.68]nothing really holds a candle to
[03:35.67]the solemn warmth you feel inside of you