Roots...
๐ต 602 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:36 duration
๐ ID: 358123
๐ Lyrics
When the roots of the tree are as cold as can be
When the wind and the sea are the moth and the bee
When the rays of the sun lick your skin with its tongue,
And the grass with its green
And the grass with its green
And the shine with its sheen
And the shine with its sheen
And the trains with their tracks,
And the spines with their backs,
And your sway with its slow
And the wind with its blow,
And your scream with its soul, I don't play rock and roll!
And the people with their lungs
And the people with their paws.
If the sky were a stone made of lips made of bone,
Count my teeth to keep the time.
When the wind and the sea are the moth and the bee
When the rays of the sun lick your skin with its tongue,
And the grass with its green
And the grass with its green
And the shine with its sheen
And the shine with its sheen
And the trains with their tracks,
And the spines with their backs,
And your sway with its slow
And the wind with its blow,
And your scream with its soul, I don't play rock and roll!
And the people with their lungs
And the people with their paws.
If the sky were a stone made of lips made of bone,
Count my teeth to keep the time.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.71] When the roots of the tree are as cold as can be
[00:19.97] When the wind and the sea are the moth and the bee
[00:27.21] When the rays of the sun lick your skin with its tongue,
[00:34.46] And the grass with its green
[00:38.18] And the grass with its green
[00:42.69] And the shine with its sheen
[00:45.37] And the shine with its sheen
[00:48.90] And the trains with their tracks,
[00:52.53] And the spines with their backs,
[00:56.21] And your sway with its slow
[00:59.81] And the wind with its blow,
[01:04.38] And your scream with its soul, I don't play rock and roll!
[01:11.60] And the people with their lungs
[01:15.25] And the people with their paws.
[01:18.85] If the sky were a stone made of lips made of bone,
[01:26.15] Count my teeth to keep the time.
[01:32.15]
[00:19.97] When the wind and the sea are the moth and the bee
[00:27.21] When the rays of the sun lick your skin with its tongue,
[00:34.46] And the grass with its green
[00:38.18] And the grass with its green
[00:42.69] And the shine with its sheen
[00:45.37] And the shine with its sheen
[00:48.90] And the trains with their tracks,
[00:52.53] And the spines with their backs,
[00:56.21] And your sway with its slow
[00:59.81] And the wind with its blow,
[01:04.38] And your scream with its soul, I don't play rock and roll!
[01:11.60] And the people with their lungs
[01:15.25] And the people with their paws.
[01:18.85] If the sky were a stone made of lips made of bone,
[01:26.15] Count my teeth to keep the time.
[01:32.15]