Faker Songtext
Last call for everything.
A pool of emmalines delirious
She lingers like a chain
It's more than grave but not to serious.
Send your reverie to me
Faker.
Into the mouth of green morning,
Faker.
I am so wide awake
The wind is moving blossoms through the door.
A pool of emmalines delirious
She lingers like a chain
It's more than grave but not to serious.
Send your reverie to me
Faker.
Into the mouth of green morning,
Faker.
I am so wide awake
The wind is moving blossoms through the door.
It's more than I can take
But half as much as what it was before.
Send your reverie to me
Faker.
Into the mouth of green morning,
Faker.
But half as much as what it was before.
Send your reverie to me
Faker.
Into the mouth of green morning,
Faker.
KARLSSON, CHRISTIAN / WINNBERG, PONTUS JOHAN / BLAKEMORE, ANDREW WYATT
© Universal Music Publishing Group, DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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