Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats Lyrics
| Song | Broken Heartbeats Sound Like Breakbeats |
| Artist | Los Campesinos! |
| Album | Hold On Now, Youngster... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Team Campesinos! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| Any more tears for the birthing pool? | |
| Bear this child directly into misery | |
| Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue | |
| But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers | |
| Singing "I see songs in shapes and colours | |
| Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens | |
| Fluid lines that soar like towers | |
| Patterns reformed just like child actors" | |
| Plunge your hand, rip out my spine | |
| Replace it with a UV light | |
| So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected | |
| These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats | |
| Looping round and round to me | |
| You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be | |
| So stick with your instincts | |
| Stick with the imprints | |
| With the hieroglyphics that the fan clubs sent us | |
| And roll with the toppers | |
| Just like steady choppers | |
| Bat it with your eyelids | |
| And lose it with your static | |
| Go b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b - honeeeeey! | |
| I'm taking far too many chances | |
| On these less than idealistic romances | |
| Plunge your hand, rip out my spine | |
| Replace it with a UV light | |
| So I can be the beacon of hope that you'd always expected | |
| These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats | |
| Looping round and round to me | |
| You know he's so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be. |
| zuo qu : Team Campesinos! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| Any more tears for the birthing pool? | |
| Bear this child directly into misery | |
| Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue | |
| But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers | |
| Singing " I see songs in shapes and colours | |
| Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens | |
| Fluid lines that soar like towers | |
| Patterns reformed just like child actors" | |
| Plunge your hand, rip out my spine | |
| Replace it with a UV light | |
| So I can be the beacon of hope that you' d always expected | |
| These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats | |
| Looping round and round to me | |
| You know he' s so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be | |
| So stick with your instincts | |
| Stick with the imprints | |
| With the hieroglyphics that the fan clubs sent us | |
| And roll with the toppers | |
| Just like steady choppers | |
| Bat it with your eyelids | |
| And lose it with your static | |
| Go bbbbbbbb honeeeeey! | |
| I' m taking far too many chances | |
| On these less than idealistic romances | |
| Plunge your hand, rip out my spine | |
| Replace it with a UV light | |
| So I can be the beacon of hope that you' d always expected | |
| These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats | |
| Looping round and round to me | |
| You know he' s so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be. |
| zuò qǔ : Team Campesinos! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| One! Two! Three! Four! | |
| Any more tears for the birthing pool? | |
| Bear this child directly into misery | |
| Kiss him in the face with no lips and no tongue | |
| But with your little, middle, index and ring fingers | |
| Singing " I see songs in shapes and colours | |
| Like nuclear physics or pottery ovens | |
| Fluid lines that soar like towers | |
| Patterns reformed just like child actors" | |
| Plunge your hand, rip out my spine | |
| Replace it with a UV light | |
| So I can be the beacon of hope that you' d always expected | |
| These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats | |
| Looping round and round to me | |
| You know he' s so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be | |
| So stick with your instincts | |
| Stick with the imprints | |
| With the hieroglyphics that the fan clubs sent us | |
| And roll with the toppers | |
| Just like steady choppers | |
| Bat it with your eyelids | |
| And lose it with your static | |
| Go bbbbbbbb honeeeeey! | |
| I' m taking far too many chances | |
| On these less than idealistic romances | |
| Plunge your hand, rip out my spine | |
| Replace it with a UV light | |
| So I can be the beacon of hope that you' d always expected | |
| These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats | |
| Looping round and round to me | |
| You know he' s so much more like Spiderman than you will ever, ever be. |
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