| Song | Murmur In My Heart |
| Artist | Ed Harcourt |
| Album | Back Into The Woods |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She is the moon and flowers to harder | |
| She is the shine over road | |
| In the pale moon where you have loved her | |
| She is murmur in your heart | |
| She has the street lines in the Harvey | |
| She is peculiar in the dark | |
| And in your arms she’s feeling heavy | |
| Shall be a murmur in your heart? | |
| She is the mirror, stars are creped | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She’s the bunch of my guitar | |
| She is a murmur in my heart | |
| She has a night to stay so young | |
| She is a sharp sting in your types | |
| She is the spring and sprout explore | |
| She is the purple flew to mass | |
| She is a misty who’s still so farthest | |
| She is the beach all in your eyes | |
| And when she puts, you fool, the rack age | |
| Just pretend that you are dead | |
| She is the measure of all things kind | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She is the branch to I can talk | |
| She is a murmur in my heart | |
| Ohh, I’d take the light, to take the touch | |
| Watching me while you are the truth | |
| I don’t need a prince to tell you I deserve | |
| That I’m loving you I let the prove | |
| She is the mirror the stars are creped | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She is the boss of my core | |
| She is murmur in my heart. |
| She is the moon and flowers to harder | |
| She is the shine over road | |
| In the pale moon where you have loved her | |
| She is murmur in your heart | |
| She has the street lines in the Harvey | |
| She is peculiar in the dark | |
| And in your arms she' s feeling heavy | |
| Shall be a murmur in your heart? | |
| She is the mirror, stars are creped | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She' s the bunch of my guitar | |
| She is a murmur in my heart | |
| She has a night to stay so young | |
| She is a sharp sting in your types | |
| She is the spring and sprout explore | |
| She is the purple flew to mass | |
| She is a misty who' s still so farthest | |
| She is the beach all in your eyes | |
| And when she puts, you fool, the rack age | |
| Just pretend that you are dead | |
| She is the measure of all things kind | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She is the branch to I can talk | |
| She is a murmur in my heart | |
| Ohh, I' d take the light, to take the touch | |
| Watching me while you are the truth | |
| I don' t need a prince to tell you I deserve | |
| That I' m loving you I let the prove | |
| She is the mirror the stars are creped | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She is the boss of my core | |
| She is murmur in my heart. |
| She is the moon and flowers to harder | |
| She is the shine over road | |
| In the pale moon where you have loved her | |
| She is murmur in your heart | |
| She has the street lines in the Harvey | |
| She is peculiar in the dark | |
| And in your arms she' s feeling heavy | |
| Shall be a murmur in your heart? | |
| She is the mirror, stars are creped | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She' s the bunch of my guitar | |
| She is a murmur in my heart | |
| She has a night to stay so young | |
| She is a sharp sting in your types | |
| She is the spring and sprout explore | |
| She is the purple flew to mass | |
| She is a misty who' s still so farthest | |
| She is the beach all in your eyes | |
| And when she puts, you fool, the rack age | |
| Just pretend that you are dead | |
| She is the measure of all things kind | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She is the branch to I can talk | |
| She is a murmur in my heart | |
| Ohh, I' d take the light, to take the touch | |
| Watching me while you are the truth | |
| I don' t need a prince to tell you I deserve | |
| That I' m loving you I let the prove | |
| She is the mirror the stars are creped | |
| The strange is dream of I ever had | |
| She is the boss of my core | |
| She is murmur in my heart. |