Wading through a river of stars our lips touch like butterflies from a canon taking a bellybutton bath with mister neptune and my hippopotamus tennis shoes on Oh-eee-Oh.
Moon light bounces off the ocean and gets stuck in your hair Ooo-w-ooo
Does my voice not have wings? Yours are the only ears I wanna disco and I say "you are who i'm breathing for"
Putting a raisin under your pillow and a couple in your heart to fall out when you laugh, like a volcano laughs at a chinese octopus you need a cat chasing angels out of a kitchen.
A blue crab apple spider makes a web out of bannana cream Ooo-o-ooo
Does my voice not have wings? Yours are the only ears I wanna disco and I say "you are who i'm breathing for"
Hard Road To Travel
de of Montreal
Más canciones de of Montreal
Ver todo
Paranoiac Intervals/Body Dysmorphia
of Montreal
I Can Read Smoke
of Montreal
Suffer For Fashion
of Montreal
Cato As A Pun
of Montreal
Sitting In Limbo
of Montreal
Rapture Rapes the Muses
of Montreal
Spiteful Intervention
of Montreal
Wicked Wisdom
of Montreal
Spike the Senses
of Montreal
Everything Disappears When You Come Around
of Montreal
