The Poured Boy Of Kutná Hora 가사

Dan was singing about 10,000 crustations And Meis was crying and we did not know why How we hope she is alright, we passed a cross in the dark It was lit up, and so where the pavements The parts in the darkness Which are chosen to remain illuminated Maybe now we have done What we said we would do You can choose the local tradition And make artful toilets Some say the best art is often used I take it two tiles at a time Paying close attention to my feet And to my pace and to the extra cracks I’ve played this game for such a long time Maybe I should I look up, maybe things are looking up Maybe I can step in the cracks Oh, but where is the run in that? Should I jump and stop breathing? I’ve thought of more complicated ways to die, you said And I wrote down what you said on my phone Once again dan pretends a plastic bag is something else Poured poured boy