If vain was a color to paint in you,
Your heart would be the color blue.
Be a gradient from there, until your body met your hair
Which remained a silver.
You are the one they cal...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
[1st verse: John Gourley]
So young, just begun
Don't need to live to know
What I've become
When ya wake up
Still in your make up
You'll make it home just
Fine without breaki...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Some men search to find their own some men will never
Find someone some men are searching for the people in the
Sky and some men live in space and time some men, some
Will surely d...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Yesterday has come and gone and we can't forget it anyway, we try
Take the ride, if we get divided, you and I can't fight it
March along, help me stay in time
We're all just dream...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Did you ever see anyone
Did you ever known anyone
Speech trial come and lead my palms
Soil pressed to the knees and below
Because standing tall will make you grow
But only sharp ey...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes
That shaped folded banks inside
As he shivered out thoughts
They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe New Orleans"
Through baseme...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
You don't have to worry
You don't have to worry
You don't have to worry
You don't have to worry
When I was tall, I was the tallest man alive
When my daddy built a home inside
If i...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Heavy were the words dripping from my brain
Flow about and sink in little bitty bits
Where I know I know myself where floors were found
Shores were shaping doors
Stretch for miles ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
Summer came and I lost my shoes
While them purple gold linens, pressed them down in the basement
And if don't you know or see them clouds
Will step to the sky and wind... Down
Tell...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man
How High. Soldiers pull boys through rain
Ground to their toes ground to the dirt
(Oh) my. They spilled down the steps
Filed in rows like hair likes to pour
Like skin loves to warm...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Portugal. The Man