Hors D'œuvre
Hors D'oeuvres – MADE IN HEIGHTS
Placing your lips and shoulders on the carpet
Post-December hors d'oeuvres in cold apartments
Once we comb our feathers and cure your longing
We sleep as winter pigeons on pavement falling
Grinning in clothes and timbers as I departed
Holding your hands and fingers as if applauding
Hunting the moon; hung so low, we might have caught it
Placing your lucky clovers on the carpet
Hors D'œuvreLRC歌词
[00:05.70]Hors D'oeuvres – MADE IN HEIGHTS
[00:19.02]Placing your lips and shoulders on the carpet
[00:19.96]Post-December hors d'oeuvres in cold apartments
[00:29.90]Once we comb our feathers and cure your longing
[00:35.94]We sleep as winter pigeons on pavement falling
[00:38.47]Grinning in clothes and timbers as I departed
[00:41.37]Holding your hands and fingers as if applauding
[00:42.67]Hunting the moon; hung so low, we might have caught it
[00:45.98]Placing your lucky clovers on the carpet
