Dialect Of... letra

You fled the first
When you got wind of reason
And I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could

You found forms
I found ways that I have fled
I lost track when you walked in and you said

It’s far fetched
It’s a plan that you have engrained
In your small head

I found forms
I found things you can’t hide
You found love in
Lust I’d rather not guess

You’ve gone foreign now
You’ve gone foreign now

I dredged dirt straight out of the bay
I found words that you couldn’t say
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you

You’ve gone foreign now
You’ve gone foreign now
And I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could

I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you

I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you

I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could
I can’t blame you
I’d do the same if I could

Prawn - Letras

• Absurd Walls
• At Dawn We Left
• Clever Hands
• Costa Rica
• Dialect Of...
• Donald Domesky
• First As Tragedy, Second As Farce
• Get Down
• Glass, Irony
• Grass And Bones
• Halcyon Days
• Horizontal
• Old Souls
• Perfect Equilibrium
• Praxis
• Prolonged Exposure
• Questions For Dome Chomsky
• Runner's Body
• Sammy
• Settled
• Slaying a Paper Tiger
• Spring River
• Thalassa
• Transcendental Deduction (Copernican Turn)
• Two Ships
• Wesley’s Pipe Dreams