
时间:2006-06-12
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I'll Fly By The Seat Of My Pants - King Creosote
I'll fly by the seat of my pants
No air fields I'll need or
Want to touch down on
I'd rather be traveling solo
No road is long enough
For me to return by
Sea side
A sack full of shells for no love
In line
A mouth full of dirt I grew up on
Up stream
A drink that is freshest for no one
Below ground
A darkness I'll keep to myself
I'll sink by the wait of my own shade
No heart but I'll scorn
To weather the worst now
I'd rather be suffering solo
No shoulder wide enough
For me to collapse in
Sea side
A mouth full of shells for no love
In line
A mouth full of dirt and I grew up on
Up stream
A drink that is freshest for no one
Below ground
A darkness I'll keep to myself
There is a
A darkness I'll keep to myself
There is a
A darkness I'll keep to myself
I'll fly by the seat of my pants