20 Years Of Snow
๐ต 1167 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:30 duration
๐ ID: 319765
๐ Lyrics
He's a wounded animal
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed
He's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed
She's a dying breed
She says, "I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth"
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
Twenty years of clean
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
He lives in a matchbox
He's a wounded animal
And he's been coming around here
He's a dying breed
He's a dying breed
His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
She's twenty years of clean
She never truly hated anyone or anything
She's a dying breed
She's a dying breed
She says, "I'd prefer the moss
I'd prefer the mouth"
A baby of the swamps
A baby of the south
I'm twenty years of clean
And I never truly hated anyone or anything
Twenty years of clean
Twenty years of clean
But I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
I got to get me out of here
This place is full of dirty old men
And the navigators with their mappy maps
And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
While you stare at your boots
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
And the words float out like holograms
They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.18] He's a wounded animal
[00:31.93] He lives in a matchbox
[00:35.96] He's a wounded animal
[00:39.50] And he's been coming around here
[00:43.87] He's a dying breed
[00:48.28] He's a dying breed
[00:52.81] His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
[00:57.37] She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
[01:01.40] She's twenty years of clean
[01:05.55] She never truly hated anyone or anything
[01:10.44] She's a dying breed
[01:14.96] She's a dying breed
[01:20.37] She says, "I'd prefer the moss
[01:25.27] I'd prefer the mouth"
[01:29.04] A baby of the swamps
[01:33.27] A baby of the south
[01:37.17] I'm twenty years of clean
[01:41.78] And I never truly hated anyone or anything
[01:46.33] Twenty years of clean
[01:50.93] Twenty years of clean
[01:55.88] But I got to get me out of here
[01:57.96] This place is full of dirty old men
[02:00.12] And the navigators with their mappy maps
[02:02.37] And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
[02:05.02] I got to get me out of here
[02:06.96] This place is full of dirty old men
[02:09.30] And the navigators with their mappy maps
[02:11.88] And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
[02:18.94] While you stare at your boots
[02:27.86] And the words float out like holograms
[02:31.86] And the words float out like holograms
[02:36.01] And the words float out like holograms
[02:40.09] They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
[02:42.73] Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
[02:46.82] Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
[02:49.17] Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
[02:55.62]
[00:31.93] He lives in a matchbox
[00:35.96] He's a wounded animal
[00:39.50] And he's been coming around here
[00:43.87] He's a dying breed
[00:48.28] He's a dying breed
[00:52.81] His daughter is twenty years of snow falling
[00:57.37] She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes
[01:01.40] She's twenty years of clean
[01:05.55] She never truly hated anyone or anything
[01:10.44] She's a dying breed
[01:14.96] She's a dying breed
[01:20.37] She says, "I'd prefer the moss
[01:25.27] I'd prefer the mouth"
[01:29.04] A baby of the swamps
[01:33.27] A baby of the south
[01:37.17] I'm twenty years of clean
[01:41.78] And I never truly hated anyone or anything
[01:46.33] Twenty years of clean
[01:50.93] Twenty years of clean
[01:55.88] But I got to get me out of here
[01:57.96] This place is full of dirty old men
[02:00.12] And the navigators with their mappy maps
[02:02.37] And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
[02:05.02] I got to get me out of here
[02:06.96] This place is full of dirty old men
[02:09.30] And the navigators with their mappy maps
[02:11.88] And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes
[02:18.94] While you stare at your boots
[02:27.86] And the words float out like holograms
[02:31.86] And the words float out like holograms
[02:36.01] And the words float out like holograms
[02:40.09] They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz
[02:42.73] Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
[02:46.82] Feel the waltz, feel the waltz
[02:49.17] Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz
[02:55.62]