More songs by Pond
Description
Main Artist: POND
Producer: POND
Composer Lyricist: Jay Watson
Composer Lyricist: Nicholas Allbrook
Composer Lyricist: Jamie Terry
Composer Lyricist: Joseph Ryan
Composer Lyricist: James Ireland
Lyrics and translation
Original
Glued to the channel, the horror had me all.
Flames lit the chapel, the steeple and the door.
If they hadn't been saved by the gallows, the crowd would have torn him apart.
The CEO just wanna be alone. It's not just timber, it's not just stone.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
And the spirit that you are will endure beyond this fire.
The fool beside you died will rejoin the stars.
They apologize sincerely when they down the church.
But dry your eyes, see clearly, honey, it could be worse.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist. Your blood pumps and your heart beats.
I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
Good luck, goodbye.
Run for the sky.
Hangman blowing kisses in the breeze.
Plowed moon with narcissus as her leaves.
You might say I'm fine.
Life was green when I took the vine. Blood on my feet will intertwine.
Smile on the breeze gone novacaine. Smile on the breeze gone novacaine.
Smile on the breeze gone novacaine.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist. Uh.
English translation
Glued to the channel, the horror had me all.
Flames lit the chapel, the steeple and the door.
If they hadn't been saved by the gallows, the crowd would have torn him apart.
The CEO just wanna be alone. It's not just timber, it's not just stone.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
And the spirit that you are will endure beyond this fire.
The fool beside you died will rejoin the stars.
They apologize sincerely when they down the church.
But dry your eyes, see clearly, honey, it could be worse.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist. Your blood pumps and your heart beats.
I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
Good luck, goodbye.
Run for the sky.
Hangman blowing kisses in the breeze.
Plowed moon with narcissus as her leaves.
You might say I'm fine.
Life was green when I took the vine. Blood on my feet will intertwine.
Smile on the breeze gone novacaine. Smile on the breeze gone novacaine.
Smile on the breeze gone novacaine.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist.
Your blood pumps and your heart beats. I'll meet you on the corner of my street.
Now two hands can make a fist of red mist. Uh.