Text(Right Click, Save As)
A little band from Portland, OR. Support your local music scene.
People are so full of infection
Gashing open their empty lives, gashing open their empty lives
They lick the open wound, lick the open wound, lick the open wound
Lick it, Lick it!
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers goes
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers it goes
In my eyes a cinema, in my eyes a cinema
In my eyes a cinema, in my eyes a cinema
The sun is touching me, the sun is touching me so strange
The sun is touching me, sun is touching me so
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers goes
Through my little fingers
I carry it beneath my tongue
It says, "I welcome you to life."
It says, "I help you up that tree."
Oh, I break the leash you go mad and unchained
And if you follow me, know that the road will end
But if you follow me, break but never bend
Break
A little band from Portland, OR. Support your local music scene.
People are so full of infection
Gashing open their empty lives, gashing open their empty lives
They lick the open wound, lick the open wound, lick the open wound
Lick it, Lick it!
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers goes
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers it goes
In my eyes a cinema, in my eyes a cinema
In my eyes a cinema, in my eyes a cinema
The sun is touching me, the sun is touching me so strange
The sun is touching me, sun is touching me so
Through my little fingers, through my little fingers goes
Through my little fingers
I carry it beneath my tongue
It says, "I welcome you to life."
It says, "I help you up that tree."
Oh, I break the leash you go mad and unchained
And if you follow me, know that the road will end
But if you follow me, break but never bend
Break
