Timbuktu letra

Pack up with what's worthy
Lock it up in the car
Don't be surprised if i drive too far
Speak now and we're followed while the weakest react
The nose on the siren is right on our tracks
A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury
Not as common as leisure days
Not as modern as much too late
I sailed through the catapults between april and may
He quoted his price & that's what he'll pay
He spread thick like a heathen
The clouds buried the chalk
While the sut on our throat
Till our engine stops
Pearls & oysters every each turn
Grow the lilac near the grubworm
Push the button closest to him
Give me glue so i can stick to plan
Push the button closest to him
But instead
Sail the desert

Fair To Midland - Letras

• -The Beltway-
• ..(i)..
• (When The Bough Breaks) Say When
• A Loophole In Limbo
• A Seafarer's Knot
• A Wolf Descends On The Spanish Sahara
• Abigail
• Amarillo Sleeps On My Pillow
• An Honest Conman
• An Occurrence During The Restoration Process
• April Fools And Eggmen
• As I Was Travelling...
• Beto II
• Bright Bulbs & Sharp Tools
• Cipieron
• Coppertank Island
• Dance Of The Manatee
• Gaining One
• Golden Parachutes
• Granny Niblo
• Informative Timeline
• Inter.Mission
• Kyla Cries Cologne
• Musical Chairs
• My Mentor
• Orphan Anthem '86
• Pen-_-.
• Pour The Coal To 'Er
• Preambles In 3rd Person
• Quince
• Rikki Tikki Tavi
• Say When
• See, Saw
• Short-haired Tornado
• Stale Penny (Miracle Grow)
• Stiffback
• Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes
• the Beltway
• The Greener Grass
• The Walls Of Jericho
• The Wife, The Kids, And The White Picket Fence
• Timbuktu
• Timerstye
• Uh-oh
• Upgrade Brigade
• Vice/Versa
• Whiskey And Ritalin
• With This Easel