| Song | Meter, Pale, Tone |
| Artist | Mount Kimbie |
| Artist | King Krule |
| Album | Cold Spring Fault Less Youth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.006] | How can you see me bare |
| [00:03.431] | In the dead of night |
| [00:05.142] | In a cooling light |
| [00:08.510] | It’s not a painful sight |
| [00:11.039] | See, girl, I couldn’t see your eyes |
| [00:15.425] | They were coded not devoted to no one |
| [00:19.667] | At least no souls from beneath the sun |
| [00:22.870] | See me, I don’t exist, you’ve won |
| [00:25.667] | See me, I don’t exist, what’s done is done |
| [00:29.714] | Now if I see you there |
| [00:32.603] | On the other side |
| [00:34.473] | Tell me, girl, has it just arrived |
| [00:37.439] | You saw two brains claim to coincide |
| [00:40.974] | If one ? should die |
| [00:45.799] | No one could understand |
| [00:47.651] | If this depletes a man |
| [00:49.159] | To see through the cracks that brand |
| [00:52.584] | I'll set this weak bridge on fire |
| [00:56.300] | So you can piece together to admire |
| [00:59.920] | The infrastructure, the plunder |
| [01:02.995] | Deep beneath the mood |
| [01:04.116] | Now she lays here to resume |
| [01:06.911] | The days are spent in gloom |
| [01:10.696] | Left solely to consume |
| [01:14.220] | The infrastructure that stopped her |
| [01:17.788] | Deep beneath the ground |
| [01:18.968] | Now let this peaceful drown |
| [01:21.128] | This thinly woven crown |
| [01:25.287] | Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds |
| [01:29.258] | This tone, this tone is still alone |
| [01:33.358] | It roams the land |
| [01:35.226] | To face the hands |
| [01:37.088] | That stroke and stretch |
| [01:38.972] | Our hope is bland |
| [01:40.825] | You? |
| [01:45.808] | This stone of sand |
| [01:49.507] | ? |
| [01:52.805] | An open curse in my hand |
| [01:56.295] | Smoking blunts in the stands |
| [01:59.429] | ...on the edge |
| [02:02.930] | But do you pledge? |
| [02:06.185] | What's in store? |
| [02:09.838] | The exposure of the core? |
| [02:13.659] | I start to saw |
| [02:16.956] | And sweep beneath the boon |
| [02:18.059] | Now day's are spent in gloom |
| [02:20.124] | Who you? |
| [02:20.965] | My mother, I love her |
| [02:22.823] | I'm not connected to |
| [02:24.180] | This guy anymore |
| [02:26.695] | The sky and floor |
| [02:28.220] | And he could impact these facts |
| [02:31.099] | But they're not quite exact |
| [02:34.325] | As they're laid bare |
| [02:35.682] | If that was my stare |
| [02:37.420] | It was the face of cement looking wet |
| [02:41.867] | The discontent has never meant anything |
| [02:46.747] | But this intent was menacing |
| [02:49.579] | The scent of adrenaline |
| [02:52.680] | Spark creditors and terrain |
| [02:57.187] | My bones, these wounds they roam |
| [03:01.828] | These rules the road |
| [03:05.411] | I hope this road |
| [03:08.592] | I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go |
| [00:01.006] | How can you see me bare |
| [00:03.431] | In the dead of night |
| [00:05.142] | In a cooling light |
| [00:08.510] | It' s not a painful sight |
| [00:11.039] | See, girl, I couldn' t see your eyes |
| [00:15.425] | They were coded not devoted to no one |
| [00:19.667] | At least no souls from beneath the sun |
| [00:22.870] | See me, I don' t exist, you' ve won |
| [00:25.667] | See me, I don' t exist, what' s done is done |
| [00:29.714] | Now if I see you there |
| [00:32.603] | On the other side |
| [00:34.473] | Tell me, girl, has it just arrived |
| [00:37.439] | You saw two brains claim to coincide |
| [00:40.974] | If one ? should die |
| [00:45.799] | No one could understand |
| [00:47.651] | If this depletes a man |
| [00:49.159] | To see through the cracks that brand |
| [00:52.584] | I' ll set this weak bridge on fire |
| [00:56.300] | So you can piece together to admire |
| [00:59.920] | The infrastructure, the plunder |
| [01:02.995] | Deep beneath the mood |
| [01:04.116] | Now she lays here to resume |
| [01:06.911] | The days are spent in gloom |
| [01:10.696] | Left solely to consume |
| [01:14.220] | The infrastructure that stopped her |
| [01:17.788] | Deep beneath the ground |
| [01:18.968] | Now let this peaceful drown |
| [01:21.128] | This thinly woven crown |
| [01:25.287] | Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds |
| [01:29.258] | This tone, this tone is still alone |
| [01:33.358] | It roams the land |
| [01:35.226] | To face the hands |
| [01:37.088] | That stroke and stretch |
| [01:38.972] | Our hope is bland |
| [01:40.825] | You? |
| [01:45.808] | This stone of sand |
| [01:49.507] | ? |
| [01:52.805] | An open curse in my hand |
| [01:56.295] | Smoking blunts in the stands |
| [01:59.429] | ... on the edge |
| [02:02.930] | But do you pledge? |
| [02:06.185] | What' s in store? |
| [02:09.838] | The exposure of the core? |
| [02:13.659] | I start to saw |
| [02:16.956] | And sweep beneath the boon |
| [02:18.059] | Now day' s are spent in gloom |
| [02:20.124] | Who you? |
| [02:20.965] | My mother, I love her |
| [02:22.823] | I' m not connected to |
| [02:24.180] | This guy anymore |
| [02:26.695] | The sky and floor |
| [02:28.220] | And he could impact these facts |
| [02:31.099] | But they' re not quite exact |
| [02:34.325] | As they' re laid bare |
| [02:35.682] | If that was my stare |
| [02:37.420] | It was the face of cement looking wet |
| [02:41.867] | The discontent has never meant anything |
| [02:46.747] | But this intent was menacing |
| [02:49.579] | The scent of adrenaline |
| [02:52.680] | Spark creditors and terrain |
| [02:57.187] | My bones, these wounds they roam |
| [03:01.828] | These rules the road |
| [03:05.411] | I hope this road |
| [03:08.592] | I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go |
| [00:01.006] | How can you see me bare |
| [00:03.431] | In the dead of night |
| [00:05.142] | In a cooling light |
| [00:08.510] | It' s not a painful sight |
| [00:11.039] | See, girl, I couldn' t see your eyes |
| [00:15.425] | They were coded not devoted to no one |
| [00:19.667] | At least no souls from beneath the sun |
| [00:22.870] | See me, I don' t exist, you' ve won |
| [00:25.667] | See me, I don' t exist, what' s done is done |
| [00:29.714] | Now if I see you there |
| [00:32.603] | On the other side |
| [00:34.473] | Tell me, girl, has it just arrived |
| [00:37.439] | You saw two brains claim to coincide |
| [00:40.974] | If one ? should die |
| [00:45.799] | No one could understand |
| [00:47.651] | If this depletes a man |
| [00:49.159] | To see through the cracks that brand |
| [00:52.584] | I' ll set this weak bridge on fire |
| [00:56.300] | So you can piece together to admire |
| [00:59.920] | The infrastructure, the plunder |
| [01:02.995] | Deep beneath the mood |
| [01:04.116] | Now she lays here to resume |
| [01:06.911] | The days are spent in gloom |
| [01:10.696] | Left solely to consume |
| [01:14.220] | The infrastructure that stopped her |
| [01:17.788] | Deep beneath the ground |
| [01:18.968] | Now let this peaceful drown |
| [01:21.128] | This thinly woven crown |
| [01:25.287] | Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds |
| [01:29.258] | This tone, this tone is still alone |
| [01:33.358] | It roams the land |
| [01:35.226] | To face the hands |
| [01:37.088] | That stroke and stretch |
| [01:38.972] | Our hope is bland |
| [01:40.825] | You? |
| [01:45.808] | This stone of sand |
| [01:49.507] | ? |
| [01:52.805] | An open curse in my hand |
| [01:56.295] | Smoking blunts in the stands |
| [01:59.429] | ... on the edge |
| [02:02.930] | But do you pledge? |
| [02:06.185] | What' s in store? |
| [02:09.838] | The exposure of the core? |
| [02:13.659] | I start to saw |
| [02:16.956] | And sweep beneath the boon |
| [02:18.059] | Now day' s are spent in gloom |
| [02:20.124] | Who you? |
| [02:20.965] | My mother, I love her |
| [02:22.823] | I' m not connected to |
| [02:24.180] | This guy anymore |
| [02:26.695] | The sky and floor |
| [02:28.220] | And he could impact these facts |
| [02:31.099] | But they' re not quite exact |
| [02:34.325] | As they' re laid bare |
| [02:35.682] | If that was my stare |
| [02:37.420] | It was the face of cement looking wet |
| [02:41.867] | The discontent has never meant anything |
| [02:46.747] | But this intent was menacing |
| [02:49.579] | The scent of adrenaline |
| [02:52.680] | Spark creditors and terrain |
| [02:57.187] | My bones, these wounds they roam |
| [03:01.828] | These rules the road |
| [03:05.411] | I hope this road |
| [03:08.592] | I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go |