Testo di Quince

You could've been raised in Africa, We lacked in our vigor, Been an "X" on the calendar. Losing our cool in Antarctica So I put my coat on ya, The breeze was light burgundy. I learned you stand in Istanbul, So I send you my Morse code, Till you capture the syllables. Subtracting the fees under carried time, Somewhere over the Great Divide, Blacked like a candlestick. You could've been raised in Africa, We lacked in our vigor, Been an "X" on the calendar. Losing our cool in Antarctica So I put my coat on ya, The breeze was light burgundy. I have an army suited and ready, For you to simply take a bite and steer. We're more than prepared to fight this unfair, All you need do is tease your taste and steer. Your crimes are not mine or theirs, Weary from the wear you invent. I forget. For some time, I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath I forget. Your crimes are not mine or theirs, Weary from the wear you invent. I forget. For some time, I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath I forget. Your crimes are not mine or theirs, Weary from the wear you invent. I forget. For some time, I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breath I forget. Your crimes are not mine or theirs, Weary from the wear you invent. I forget...