Walk The Moon - "Anna Sun"
Screen falling off the door / door hanging off the hinges
my feet are still sore / my back is on the fringes
we tore up the walls / we slept on couches
we lifted this house / we lifted this house
fire-crackers in the east / my car parked south
your hands on my cheeks / your shoulder in my mouth
i was up against the wall on the west mezzanine
we rattle this town / we rattle this scene
O, Anna Sun!
O, Anna Sun!
what do you know? this house is falling apart
what can i say? this house is falling apart
we got no money, but we got heart
we're gonna rattle this ghost town
this house is falling apart
screen falling off the door / door hanging off the hinges
my feet are still sore / my back is on the fringes
we were up against the wall on the west mezzanine
we rattle this town / we rattle this scene
O, Anna Sun!
O, Anna Sun!
what do you know? this house is falling apart
what can i say? this house is falling apart
we got no money, but we got heart
we're gonna rattle this ghost town
this house is falling apart
live my life without
station wagon rides
fumbling around the back
not one seatbelt on
wait for summertime
coming up for air
now it's all a wash
now it's all a wash
live my life without
coming up for air
now it's all a wash
i want everyone
racing down the hill
i am faster than you
wait for summertime
wait for summertime
O, Anna Sun!
Screen falling off the door / door hanging off the hinges
my feet are still sore / my back is on the fringes
we tore up the walls / we slept on couches
we lifted this house / we lifted this house
fire-crackers in the east / my car parked south
your hands on my cheeks / your shoulder in my mouth
i was up against the wall on the west mezzanine
we rattle this town / we rattle this scene
O, Anna Sun!
O, Anna Sun!
what do you know? this house is falling apart
what can i say? this house is falling apart
we got no money, but we got heart
we're gonna rattle this ghost town
this house is falling apart
screen falling off the door / door hanging off the hinges
my feet are still sore / my back is on the fringes
we were up against the wall on the west mezzanine
we rattle this town / we rattle this scene
O, Anna Sun!
O, Anna Sun!
what do you know? this house is falling apart
what can i say? this house is falling apart
we got no money, but we got heart
we're gonna rattle this ghost town
this house is falling apart
live my life without
station wagon rides
fumbling around the back
not one seatbelt on
wait for summertime
coming up for air
now it's all a wash
now it's all a wash
live my life without
coming up for air
now it's all a wash
i want everyone
racing down the hill
i am faster than you
wait for summertime
wait for summertime
O, Anna Sun!
4 comentarios:
Para los que no entendemos ni jota ni papa de inglis, pos ajo y agua !!
Vaya tontería, el que no sepa inglés, a parte de su ignorancia, tiene el traductor de google.
Y mi ignorancia en lo que se refiere a este tipo de música es total.
Un abrazo.
Uy, pues otro video de estos indies que te molan a ti. Yo en la revista Esquire tengo a algún familiar colaborando, en plan artista... vamos... yo terminaré codo a codo, bien con Gervasio Sánchez o con Pérez Reverte.
Bicos Ricos
Pues la revista Esquire será prestigiosísima en esto de la música, pero la canción me suena ya a oída. No me parece muy original la verdad, hay muchas otras muy parecidas. Quizás si el cantante me la cantara al oído... ;)
Un beso (en el lóbulo de la oreja)
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