Lirik Lagu Port Of Morrow - The Shins
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Through the rainand all the clatter,under the Freemont bridge,I saw a pigeon fly,fly in fearfrom a raptorcome to take its life.
Does it closedand for the captured,I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes.See in flightwhere I know all the bitter mechanics of life.
Under my hat,it breathes,the lines are all imagined.A fact of lifeI knowto hide from my little girls.I know my place amongstthe bugs and all the animals.And it’s from these ordinary peopleyou were longing to be free.
In my hotel,and on the TV,a pitcher on the stagelike a buzzard criesout a warning,a phony sorrow.He’s trying to get a rise.
Sign of lifeof an almot.Let him look at your hands,get the angles right.Ace of spades,Port of Morrow,life is deathis life.
I saw a photographof Cologne in ’27,and then a postcard after the bombs in ’45.Must have been a world of evil clownsthat let it happen.But now I recognize,dear,in these eyes,that you were thereand so was I.
Under my hat, I knowthe lines are allimagined.A fact of life,I must impress my little girls.I know my place amongstthe creaturesin the pageant.And there are flowersin the garbage,and a skullunder your curls.
Does it closedand for the captured,I funnel the fear through my ancient eyes.See in flightwhere I know all the bitter mechanics of life.
Under my hat,it breathes,the lines are all imagined.A fact of lifeI knowto hide from my little girls.I know my place amongstthe bugs and all the animals.And it’s from these ordinary peopleyou were longing to be free.
In my hotel,and on the TV,a pitcher on the stagelike a buzzard criesout a warning,a phony sorrow.He’s trying to get a rise.
Sign of lifeof an almot.Let him look at your hands,get the angles right.Ace of spades,Port of Morrow,life is deathis life.
I saw a photographof Cologne in ’27,and then a postcard after the bombs in ’45.Must have been a world of evil clownsthat let it happen.But now I recognize,dear,in these eyes,that you were thereand so was I.
Under my hat, I knowthe lines are allimagined.A fact of life,I must impress my little girls.I know my place amongstthe creaturesin the pageant.And there are flowersin the garbage,and a skullunder your curls.
