Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
The Afghan Whigs

Birdland

 

Birdland

(album: In Spades - 2017)


I was a child
An open letter
To be read aloud to the throne
Caught in the spell of stormy weather
Mnemonic lies to behold

Whatever it is that's kept us together
I look to the sky and it's gone
Save one for me and I'll never forget you
Coming alive in the cold
Coming alive in the cold
Coming alive in the cold
(And I say...)

So in a haze of feverish lights
Satyr arrives to the throne
We'll come together when the feeling's right
Coming alive in the cold
Coming alive in the cold
We're coming alive in the cold

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?