| Song | Baffled And Beat |
| Artist | Little Fish |
| Album | Baffled And Beat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| I feel like the echo of a cockle | |
| Where nothing looks right even through your eyes | |
| I swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight There’s a bad taste of karma and I’m dead in advance | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| In the low light | |
| I watch you | |
| In the low light | |
| I watch you | |
| Constrained | |
| Baffled and beat | |
| With the sky and the sea where the shoreline meets | |
| And the sun and the journey dances in between | |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sky where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| Like the echo of a cockle where nothing looks right | |
| Swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight A bad taste of karma and I’m dead in advance | |
| Oh, in your eyes see the pain of mine | |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la, oh | |
| See the rain | |
| Cover the sea | |
| Blue sky fall | |
| Down to its knees | |
| I fell to the earth, drank tears from your cheek | |
| Feel the heat won’t let me breathe | |
| Said, I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I’m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| I feel like the echo of a cockle | |
| Where nothing looks right even through your eyes | |
| I swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight There' s a bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| In the low light | |
| I watch you | |
| In the low light | |
| I watch you | |
| Constrained | |
| Baffled and beat | |
| With the sky and the sea where the shoreline meets | |
| And the sun and the journey dances in between | |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sky where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| Like the echo of a cockle where nothing looks right | |
| Swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight A bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
| Oh, in your eyes see the pain of mine | |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la, oh | |
| See the rain | |
| Cover the sea | |
| Blue sky fall | |
| Down to its knees | |
| I fell to the earth, drank tears from your cheek | |
| Feel the heat won' t let me breathe | |
| Said, I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| I feel like the echo of a cockle | |
| Where nothing looks right even through your eyes | |
| I swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight There' s a bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| In the low light | |
| I watch you | |
| In the low light | |
| I watch you | |
| Constrained | |
| Baffled and beat | |
| With the sky and the sea where the shoreline meets | |
| And the sun and the journey dances in between | |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sky where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| Like the echo of a cockle where nothing looks right | |
| Swagger like a cowboy to get out of sight A bad taste of karma and I' m dead in advance | |
| Oh, in your eyes see the pain of mine | |
| I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la, oh | |
| See the rain | |
| Cover the sea | |
| Blue sky fall | |
| Down to its knees | |
| I fell to the earth, drank tears from your cheek | |
| Feel the heat won' t let me breathe | |
| Said, I feel like going away | |
| To a place in the sun where the people play | |
| Where music sings, I' m out on the beach | |
| I hear people talk about the bird and the bees | |
| Oh, la la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la | |
| La la la la |