The Primitives Songtext
von Mark Lanegan
The Primitives Songtext
Forget your family son
Face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
You wonder how it should be
You wonder how it should go
Then deny no loathsome thing
Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion
Swing
Forget your yesterday son
Face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
Face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
You wonder how it should be
You wonder how it should go
Then deny no loathsome thing
Hands beyond hands beyond oblivion
Swing
Forget your yesterday son
Face on the clock, your foreign body
The ship is just a frame
Pinpoint eyes, seething decks and pain
Writer(s): Mark Lanegan, Randall Jamail Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
