Labradors کے بول

Head out Pinned my despair to a ledger line A printout A blood Moon had made it molasses, I Measured my sleep My forward was shorter than yours I could see I had a nice dream It was awkward for you Even harder for me Not to be You swarm out The broccoli mountains had boiled now I'd drown I sat on the side and consoled myself I let the light leave I knew there were labradors waiting for me Where had I been? I'm calling my head to come back to my feet I'm calling my head to come back to my feet I'm calling my head to come back to my feet