Parking Lot
๐ต 442 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:32 duration
๐ ID: 440202
๐ Lyrics
Can't stop my sire beckoning
The desert is asleep
Kiss the sky against the rocks
A rush of speaking, am I speeding?
The shapes had moved across it
He took me far and fell into our home
Was it bliss?
Gentle fingers closing my eyes
You disappearing in recline
The night's berth is wide
Hands on the top of these tangled locks
Inward, it rushes out
Her hands on her painted blue skin
A world of pain
They will hear us cry
From the parking lot
The desert is asleep
Kiss the sky against the rocks
A rush of speaking, am I speeding?
The shapes had moved across it
He took me far and fell into our home
Was it bliss?
Gentle fingers closing my eyes
You disappearing in recline
The night's berth is wide
Hands on the top of these tangled locks
Inward, it rushes out
Her hands on her painted blue skin
A world of pain
They will hear us cry
From the parking lot
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.78] Can't stop my sire beckoning
[00:13.49] The desert is asleep
[00:22.30] Kiss the sky against the rocks
[00:41.71] A rush of speaking, am I speeding?
[00:50.17] The shapes had moved across it
[00:59.23] He took me far and fell into our home
[01:09.37] Was it bliss?
[01:15.61]
[01:31.62] Gentle fingers closing my eyes
[01:40.95] You disappearing in recline
[01:53.16] The night's berth is wide
[02:00.68] Hands on the top of these tangled locks
[02:14.37] Inward, it rushes out
[02:27.06] Her hands on her painted blue skin
[02:37.57] A world of pain
[02:43.96] They will hear us cry
[03:01.93] From the parking lot
[03:11.92]
[00:13.49] The desert is asleep
[00:22.30] Kiss the sky against the rocks
[00:41.71] A rush of speaking, am I speeding?
[00:50.17] The shapes had moved across it
[00:59.23] He took me far and fell into our home
[01:09.37] Was it bliss?
[01:15.61]
[01:31.62] Gentle fingers closing my eyes
[01:40.95] You disappearing in recline
[01:53.16] The night's berth is wide
[02:00.68] Hands on the top of these tangled locks
[02:14.37] Inward, it rushes out
[02:27.06] Her hands on her painted blue skin
[02:37.57] A world of pain
[02:43.96] They will hear us cry
[03:01.93] From the parking lot
[03:11.92]