West Ryder Silver Bullet
๐ต 817 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:15 duration
๐ ID: 747529
๐ Lyrics
Then I went down into the basement
Where my friend the maniac
Busies himself with his electronic graffiti
Finally his language touches me
Because he talks to that part of us
Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls
In that moment
Poetry will be made by everyone
And there will be emus in the zone
Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by
I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string (it's the truth)
I want your touch
Oh, how I want you far too much
She's my baby
He's my baby
Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling wilbury's, police photofits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be the death of me
But that's okay
I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She's my baby
He's my baby
Where my friend the maniac
Busies himself with his electronic graffiti
Finally his language touches me
Because he talks to that part of us
Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls
In that moment
Poetry will be made by everyone
And there will be emus in the zone
Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by
I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your beauty
Plays me just like a guitar string (it's the truth)
I want your touch
Oh, how I want you far too much
She's my baby
He's my baby
Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling wilbury's, police photofits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be the death of me
But that's okay
I want your touch
Oh how I want you far too much
She's my baby
He's my baby
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.35] Then I went down into the basement
[00:05.90] Where my friend the maniac
[00:07.36] Busies himself with his electronic graffiti
[00:11.10] Finally his language touches me
[00:13.69] Because he talks to that part of us
[00:14.96] Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls
[00:19.98] In that moment
[00:21.47] Poetry will be made by everyone
[00:23.42] And there will be emus in the zone
[00:28.47]
[01:02.22] Mist covers the ground
[01:09.38] In the city
[01:11.16] Engine rumbles quiet
[01:15.54] As we drift by
[01:19.06] I wish you could see it
[01:22.71] Through my crooked eye
[01:27.46] Oh your beauty
[01:29.08] Plays me just like a guitar string (it's the truth)
[01:38.36] I want your touch
[01:46.55] Oh, how I want you far too much
[01:55.03] She's my baby
[02:00.04] He's my baby
[02:06.37]
[02:41.71] Days drift into one
[02:48.78] It's so pretty
[02:50.64] Travelling wilbury's, police photofits
[02:58.49] And this stolen car
[03:02.73] Is loaded with junk
[03:06.78] It's so dirty
[03:08.81] He'll be the death of me
[03:12.86] But that's okay
[03:17.85] I want your touch
[03:27.06] Oh how I want you far too much
[03:34.62] She's my baby
[03:39.45] He's my baby
[03:45.13]
[00:05.90] Where my friend the maniac
[00:07.36] Busies himself with his electronic graffiti
[00:11.10] Finally his language touches me
[00:13.69] Because he talks to that part of us
[00:14.96] Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls
[00:19.98] In that moment
[00:21.47] Poetry will be made by everyone
[00:23.42] And there will be emus in the zone
[00:28.47]
[01:02.22] Mist covers the ground
[01:09.38] In the city
[01:11.16] Engine rumbles quiet
[01:15.54] As we drift by
[01:19.06] I wish you could see it
[01:22.71] Through my crooked eye
[01:27.46] Oh your beauty
[01:29.08] Plays me just like a guitar string (it's the truth)
[01:38.36] I want your touch
[01:46.55] Oh, how I want you far too much
[01:55.03] She's my baby
[02:00.04] He's my baby
[02:06.37]
[02:41.71] Days drift into one
[02:48.78] It's so pretty
[02:50.64] Travelling wilbury's, police photofits
[02:58.49] And this stolen car
[03:02.73] Is loaded with junk
[03:06.78] It's so dirty
[03:08.81] He'll be the death of me
[03:12.86] But that's okay
[03:17.85] I want your touch
[03:27.06] Oh how I want you far too much
[03:34.62] She's my baby
[03:39.45] He's my baby
[03:45.13]