Lyrics:
everything we coulda been
Feels like I lost all my momentum I just need a push again
They wasn't playing by the rules I guess I never stood a chance
Shipwreck
You clung to me like a sailor to a shipwreck
You clung to me like a sailor to a shipwreck
Swept to sea by siren's call
Reach the edge, just lean
the shipwrecks of her journey past
Lets life get in the way
But those fantasies are all she craves
You make feel safe
When you bless me with your grace
Hold me
A catastrophe
It's true
I'm a shipwreck
Can you see
All of the weight
On my shoulders
The sand bags
Under my eyes
Disappointed faces
Well they take me
By no
Hard to fight the gory urge, it's bad
It's so bad
Nothing floats my boat, it's shipwreck
Huh
Put them in a sack, roll it down, dirtbag
Hunt but don't
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
as it's lost
And I will always pay my dues to you
Saint Philomena, love forever lost
Saint Philomena stand by me
I'll wear you round my neck - protect
the way I ought to
As the days go rolling by
See me strolling through the meadow
With you baby by my side
Won't you come and see me, All Saints Day?
stories narrator
Not a saint of saint of
All of these creators
Just ya hey love hey love
Got my genius woken all night
Painter painter
My stories narrator
screw
I probably do shit you could never do
And did it all by myself bitch
You know how I move
East saint Laurent yea
East saint Laurent yea
East saint
the zone
Drew Brees through the zone
And the Saints put me on
Yeah the Saints put me on
Slow your roll lil fella
All that storms ain't weather
When, why,
all that I can brave
I'll mimic you by beating on
The patron saint of keeping on
Patron saint of the Jet Stream
The way you move invisibly
Can you teach
And hope that you just won't hear this
A shipwreck
An anchor
A slowly sinking sailor
Somehow, someway
Someones bound to stay
It's in this grave we
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
calculate how far I'm sunk
By torpedo love and dreary junk
By torpedo love and dreary junk
Hagiography, I'm no saint, me, I'm no saint, me
Hagiography, I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
Grappled by
Grappled by
Grappled by
Grappled by the epaulets
These are the new rough dance steps
The boys they lost the script
In
(The world has been created by the drop of water)
Re sadhu bhai
(Oh Saint!)
khojat guru re hamara
(The Guru would provide you with the answers)
Khoj
(The world has been created by the drop of water)
Re sadhu bhai
(Oh Saint!)
khojat guru re hamara
(The Guru would provide you with the answers)
Khoj
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
By all Your saints in warfare
For all Your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blest
For You have won the battle
That they might
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