Paraguay And Panama - Slow Club

Ever had your numbers called

Ever ran away, ever loved and lost it all

Don’t you wanna say

And if you had, and if you had

The chance to run it all like you know it’s meant

Would you roll a dice or sprint until the end

Pickled and soured, bruised and dry

That’s the local way

Strange old flag, flying high

Don’t know what to say

Just tip your head, just tip your head

And let us know your heart, beats like the rest

And we will roll around, and do our best

Painted girl, upon the wall

Covered carefully in Paraguay and Panama

You were the hourglass beauty queen

Just flick your hair, just flick your hair

And move your lips around, in the shape of words

That you knew before all of this