Buried in Teeth Lyrics
| Song | Buried in Teeth |
| Artist | Mariee Sioux |
| Album | Faces in the Rocks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sioux | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can't tell if I've got black roots or braids | |
| Growing out of my head | |
| Grandfather's eating our grains | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can't tell if I've got rivers or veins | |
| Running under my skin | |
| Flowing out over the plains | |
| There's trapped antennae | |
| All tangled up with these brains | |
| And the spin of cocoons whispers your names | |
| While the crash of molars it sifts us downward | |
| Down past the roll of ancient thunder | |
| Down past the delicate bones of birds wings | |
| Those that never took the flight of morning | |
| Down past the fossil ferns and antlers | |
| A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under | |
| Down past the stomach's filled with berries | |
| Swallowed down into the gut of centuries | |
| Where we'll petrify | |
| Strong willed, feeble, amber eyed | |
| There we'll petrify | |
| Strong lunged, weary, amber eyed | |
| Strong winged, teary, amber eyed | |
| Amber eyed | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Can't tell if it's your elbows or twine | |
| All wrapped 'round my waist | |
| A tangled mess divine | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Can't tell whose triggers are whose | |
| So we'll pull every one | |
| Firing diamonds at boots | |
| The crash of molars it sifts us downward | |
| Down past the roll of ancient thunder | |
| Down past the delicate bones of bird's wings | |
| Those that never took the flight of morning | |
| Down past the fossil ferns and antlers | |
| A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under | |
| Down past the stomachs filled with berries | |
| Swallowed down into the gut of centuries | |
| Where we'll petrify | |
| Strong willed, feeble, amber eyed | |
| There we'll petrify | |
| Strong lunged, weary, amber eyed | |
| Strong winged, teary, amber eyed | |
| Amber eyed | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can't tell if those are black holes I spy | |
| Staring down at us | |
| Sucking starlight through our eyes | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can't tell if we'll being eaten alive |
| zuo qu : Sioux | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if I' ve got black roots or braids | |
| Growing out of my head | |
| Grandfather' s eating our grains | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if I' ve got rivers or veins | |
| Running under my skin | |
| Flowing out over the plains | |
| There' s trapped antennae | |
| All tangled up with these brains | |
| And the spin of cocoons whispers your names | |
| While the crash of molars it sifts us downward | |
| Down past the roll of ancient thunder | |
| Down past the delicate bones of birds wings | |
| Those that never took the flight of morning | |
| Down past the fossil ferns and antlers | |
| A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under | |
| Down past the stomach' s filled with berries | |
| Swallowed down into the gut of centuries | |
| Where we' ll petrify | |
| Strong willed, feeble, amber eyed | |
| There we' ll petrify | |
| Strong lunged, weary, amber eyed | |
| Strong winged, teary, amber eyed | |
| Amber eyed | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Can' t tell if it' s your elbows or twine | |
| All wrapped ' round my waist | |
| A tangled mess divine | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Can' t tell whose triggers are whose | |
| So we' ll pull every one | |
| Firing diamonds at boots | |
| The crash of molars it sifts us downward | |
| Down past the roll of ancient thunder | |
| Down past the delicate bones of bird' s wings | |
| Those that never took the flight of morning | |
| Down past the fossil ferns and antlers | |
| A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under | |
| Down past the stomachs filled with berries | |
| Swallowed down into the gut of centuries | |
| Where we' ll petrify | |
| Strong willed, feeble, amber eyed | |
| There we' ll petrify | |
| Strong lunged, weary, amber eyed | |
| Strong winged, teary, amber eyed | |
| Amber eyed | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if those are black holes I spy | |
| Staring down at us | |
| Sucking starlight through our eyes | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if we' ll being eaten alive |
| zuò qǔ : Sioux | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if I' ve got black roots or braids | |
| Growing out of my head | |
| Grandfather' s eating our grains | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if I' ve got rivers or veins | |
| Running under my skin | |
| Flowing out over the plains | |
| There' s trapped antennae | |
| All tangled up with these brains | |
| And the spin of cocoons whispers your names | |
| While the crash of molars it sifts us downward | |
| Down past the roll of ancient thunder | |
| Down past the delicate bones of birds wings | |
| Those that never took the flight of morning | |
| Down past the fossil ferns and antlers | |
| A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under | |
| Down past the stomach' s filled with berries | |
| Swallowed down into the gut of centuries | |
| Where we' ll petrify | |
| Strong willed, feeble, amber eyed | |
| There we' ll petrify | |
| Strong lunged, weary, amber eyed | |
| Strong winged, teary, amber eyed | |
| Amber eyed | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Can' t tell if it' s your elbows or twine | |
| All wrapped ' round my waist | |
| A tangled mess divine | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Can' t tell whose triggers are whose | |
| So we' ll pull every one | |
| Firing diamonds at boots | |
| The crash of molars it sifts us downward | |
| Down past the roll of ancient thunder | |
| Down past the delicate bones of bird' s wings | |
| Those that never took the flight of morning | |
| Down past the fossil ferns and antlers | |
| A pack of ghost wolves are going to bring you under | |
| Down past the stomachs filled with berries | |
| Swallowed down into the gut of centuries | |
| Where we' ll petrify | |
| Strong willed, feeble, amber eyed | |
| There we' ll petrify | |
| Strong lunged, weary, amber eyed | |
| Strong winged, teary, amber eyed | |
| Amber eyed | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if those are black holes I spy | |
| Staring down at us | |
| Sucking starlight through our eyes | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Buried in arms | |
| Buried in teeth | |
| Can' t tell if we' ll being eaten alive |
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