Elbow

All my saints have taken bribes Singing, "Going, going, gone." All the angels taken dives Leaving you the only one If I loose a sequin here and there More salt than pepper in my hair Can I rely on you when all the songs are through To be for me

Fly Boy Blue It's a lethal ballet Air traffic congestion I'm having a baby Second thoughts Scotch Dinner and Someone's dancing on the box A former MP and no one's watching My oldest friends are a serious habit Fly boy blue So bring your faces Home to

If you wake in the quake and the roll of the heartbroken Pounding the ground in a sawn off ballet Bring us in an indigo dawn with the lovelorn and renegade You always found peace in the grip of a beat daring Time alone with the pounding of your heart

This blue world and her countless sisters And all that came before that day Our atoms straining to align Was the universe in rehearsal for us When all the world is sucking on its sleeve You'll hear an urgent morse in the gentle rain And if you plot y

lippy kids on the corner again lippy kids on the corner begin settling like crows and i never perfected that simian stroll but the cigarette scent, it was everything then do they know those days are golden? build a rocket boys! build a rocket boys! o

I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers' eyes But danger lies behind the tape across my door I know a place where angels lace the lemonade And I cannot stay where all the broken plans were made Broken devotion Can I jump in the gun And fly Ov

I leaned on you today I regularly hurt but never say I nearly wore the window through Where was air sea rescue? The cavalry with tea and sympathy You were there Puncture repair I leaned on you today I regularly hurt but never say You patched me up an

Drinking in order to feel Thinking, reinventing the wheel Kicking up mischief and feeding the fire Kicking up mischief and walking the wire Little fish you count for nothing Do your thing until you die Keep your powder dry In order and line Thinking

Leaders of the Free World Elbow (lyrics edited by pa糖糖) I'm sick of working for a living I'm just ticking off the days til I die oh..I miss you Louise,yeah.. And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth Periscope up I've be

Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid 星期一是为喝酒的人去看那些很少被探望的小孩 I've been working on a cocktail 我一直在鸡尾酒会工作 called Grounds for Divorce 被成为离婚之地 Whoah PolishinWhoahg a compass that I hold in my sleeve 擦亮我拿在袖子里的指南针 Whoah Down comes him on sticks 棍子上

[ti:The River] [ar:Elbow] [al:Build a Rocket Boys!] [00:00.00] [00:07.35]artist: Elbow [00:14.16]album: Build a Rocket Boys! [00:20.49]released on March 4th 2011 [00:24.10] [00:33.14]The warmth of the river in kind of a dream [00:42.10]Hand in hand,

elbow - friend of ours before leaving get to the bar no one round here makes you pay never very good at goodbyes so gentle shoulder charge love you mate love you mate salford skyline gloom always you could fly round any corner but until you do love y

I haven't been myself of late I haven't slept for several days but Designed these buildings I walk by You know you drive me up the wall I need to see your face that's all You little sod I love your eyes Be everything to me tonight The streets are ful

The first to put a simple truth in words Binds the world in a feeling all familliar 'Cause everybody owns the great ideas And it feels like there's a big one round the corner Antenna up and out into New York Somewhere in all that talk is all the answ

"The Birds" The birds are the keepers of our secret As they saw us where we lay In the deepest grass of springtime In a reckless guilty haze And they wove a sweet indifference And it settled on our skin Till the eyes that I remembered For the la

Were you crushed? Did I rush you? All my time is yours My twisted heart is yours The faithless shit is yours The shameless fits of love That only smother you for moments 'Til I fold them up and leave All yours Oh you had to ask, didn't you? Oh you ha

I am electric With a bottle in me Got a bottle in me And glory be these fuckers are lgnoring me I'm from another century I am a preacher When I've got in on me And I've got in on me And glory be these fuckers are ignoring me We never learn from histo

I'm running out of miracles The streets alive with one-man shows The corner boys were moved along We're plummeting like crippled crows Oh my soul Oh long before you and I were born Others beat these benches with their empty cups To the night and its

I throw this to the wind But what if I was right Well, did you trust your noble dreams And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night? The night will always win The night has darkness on its side I'll throw this to the wind I miss your stupid face

Come as you are sweetheart, come as you are. You know you've got nothing to prove I'll put you to bed you can let it all go You've been playing too rough lately You burn too bright You live too fast This can't go on too long You're a tragedy starting