Frou - Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires

I buckle and rosed As God and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be A war or we lose
Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my Milk and wrap to her baby
In day And night to come (x2)

Their little hands Smooth all things Ad nauseum

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening (pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored (trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so (tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure (tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)

Pulled round Trousers
Tighter Tighter

Their fan I tickle From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you In flame Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed As God and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be A war all we lose
Close into symbols A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my Milk and wrap to her baby

In day And night to come
Their little hands Smooth all things
Ad nauseum

Things old And young
Very young Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you

Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)