5 acessos
Ma ma-ma ma-ma
What can you see?
The miraculous image of sound washed ashore
Hurts me to see
Murderous pa-pa
Chocolate ca-ca
Desolate ma-ma
You are urgent messages
Ma-ma
Open your mouth and let the gold coins fall
It's the sail of the century
It's the sail of the century
Run lady run
We can feel the rain coming
We feel like babies in the brine
We feel like babies in the brine
We feel like babies in the brine
Ma-ma
Murderous chocolate
God saved me from drowning
Then kicked me to death on the beach
What's hit is history
What's missed is mystery
And the miraculous image of sound washed ashore
Mam-ma, what can you see?
Mam-ma, what can you see?