Flannerys Coming Home şarkı sözleri

She comes rolling in possessed With the purple-sky blues And the train-track tension We knock We knock on stratified Pennsylvanian rock. Okay? Okay! We improvise or we replicate We knock We knock on stratified Pennsylvanian rock. Our ears to track We know what's up When beach-party justice meets wheat-field truck Preserved in this embrace A history we make We must proceed with vigor To identify its wake