The sun is cutting stencils
With the shadows on the frost
We're burning boots and moldy blankets
On the bonfire and I trust
That the smoke will linger in our clothes
And curl into our hair
So that a mob of dying pensioners can follow
If we dare to look away
We are horses in the morning
Our breath plays in the air
The steam is licking traces of a love
That's lost and doesn't care
Oh but its value was a moment
A meeting of the laws
A fart of fortuitous
An effect of equal value to it's cause
For miles we've led a chase
Making deals to find your fabled face
The face whose eyes we've known forever
Whose mouth can speak each heart
Whose absence yields the monsters
Who just tear themselves apart
For love for hunger
Hungamunga yadadadada ooh
Ah hungamunga ah
There are blistered possibilities
On the panels of the day
We are horses in the morning
Who have dared to run away
And the pensioners are wailing
And closing up behind
So sinister and fearless
Then fragile then merciful and kind
Ladadaladadalada ladadaladadalada
Dadadadadada ah
Hungamunga
Flipron
Purchase "Hungamunga"
Purchase Entire Album
Email Video to Friends Play Youtube "Hungamunga" Video
Play Spotify "Hungamunga" Song
View Wikipedia "Hungamunga"
Entry
Receive Emails for Future Flipron Lyrics
Link to "Hungamunga"
Share on Facebook, Twitter, and more
See Recommended Lyrics For You
Share:
Copied!
Loading...
Lyrics by Flipron
(Dead Lovers, Reborn In The City, Reunite In Passi... Big Baboon Book Of Lies Cerberus Is As Cerberus Does Curtains Dogboy Vs. Monsters Dreams Of Wealth And Power Gravity Calling How It Works Mavis Mess It Up Mingers In Paradise Orpheus Inconsolable Something Lost The Vicious Car & Love Poem Tropical Disease Winding Up The Clockwork Morning Through The Night Zombie Blues
Related Songs
