Telling Tellers Tell Me - Portugal. The Man

Summer came and I lost my shoes

while them purple gold linens, pressed them down in the basement

and if don’t you know or see them clouds

Will step to the sky and wind… down

tell me what you know tell me what we get tell

me where we go then tell me when you come back around

Shelter never pays without months without

rain after winter leaves we’ll just do it again

Calm will find your soul

those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks

left them purple gold lids sittin down in the basement

and if we die here will we ever be back again?

Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men that shuffled slithered

legs till they found how to stand every time I grow I know I’ll never change

because the liver tree sways, but knows he’ll never find me

I know my problems and know where they lay

Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men

that shuffled slithered

legs till they found how to stand

my brothers busy laughing at the end of the

hall, said «That mans not

a doctor if he cures no cancer»

placed in the back where there are no dancers

crooked steps diamonds

and a bag housing answers

where I step to sky and wind… down

Calm will find your soul

those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks

and if we die here will we ever be back again?

Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men

that shuffled slithered legs till they found how to stand