After the Flood - Chapel Club
Written by：Chapel Club
I remember coming out of that tunnel mouth
Singing high and in the water
Spring and sing before us
The palms hung like reconsidered suicides
From the red ponds of mountain sides
Preserved as a lion was preserved in stars
This was a long time ago
The echos were turning slow
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't matter it doesn't matter
All night the coming out roll on fies
And crace stallment dying with a crying for the dying
And lake should have silber in speaking
But claster still we pilps it strength
And sworms the devils is the waits this guy
Full leader fell this smell
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
The echos were turning slow
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater
It drives before my lips close
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater
The echos were turning slow
The echos were turning
It's time to say hi it's hait
It doesn't mater
