Songtext von The Loyal

high strung and poorly hung i think we're much too young i hear a sound from your left lung a melody so beautifuly sung sarkasm spread your wings oh what sweet joy it brings 'come home' the whole town sings they will greet us like kings to everyones delight we crash at the speed of light so deep in the whitest white this could have been our burial site well ok, i am here for the loyalist i wanna see its face and ok, i am here for the loyalist this is the nesting place ok, ok, ok high strung and poorly hung i think we're much too young i hear a sound from your left lung a melody so beautifuly sung well ok, i am here for the loyalist i wanna see its face and ok, i am here for the loyalist this is the nesting place ok, ok, ok well ok, ok, ok