Mount Wroclai Songtext
von Beirut

And I know winter will pass by slow
Without my heart what can I do
In the halls a bell gives way to a larger swell
Without my heart what can I do
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai


And we grow fat on the charms of our idle, grey days
Seen the shadows grow, see an ominous display
We′ve no alarm, could we say
We'd have expected this our way
Under stars of decadence and decay

Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai
Mount Wroclai