Courrier - Inch of Rope

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  • Опубликовано: 20 окт 2024
  • Austin based band. A LOT of heart in their music! Tim Palmer, the same producer that has produced albums for Pearl Jam and U2, produced this record. If you have a chance...go get this album. This is one of those albums that should be WAY more popular than it will end up being...
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Комментарии • 7

  • @nilaybhardwaj8694
    @nilaybhardwaj8694 10 месяцев назад +1

    Where did they go??😢

  • @sarahcohen7161
    @sarahcohen7161 3 месяца назад

    love this song ! why isn't it available on Spotify anymore!?

  • @1BillHarding
    @1BillHarding 2 года назад +1

    I remember when we dreamed in motion.
    We were children singing vinyl dreams.

    I remember when our souls projected
    On silver screens.

    We'd lie awake and hear the chimneys breathe.
    Heard the prayers of those highway choirs.

    Every night turned into years forgot.
    Every inch turned into miles.

    I know you can't trust yourself.
    You can't trust yourself with an inch of rope.

    And I know those words burn like hell.
    Those words burn like hell,

    When they're in your throat.
    When they're in your throat.

    In my sleep, I heard a siren singing.
    We’d forgot that we were lovers lost.

    In a sea amidst the tidal waters,
    Throwin’ us against the rocks.

    You've been drowning in an unknown ocean,
    Hemispheres away from anyone.

    Now the dream is just a fading sign
    Of your innocence undone.

    I know you can't trust yourself.
    You can't trust yourself with an inch of rope.

    And I know those words burn like hell.
    Those words burn like hell, when they're in your throat.

    Honey, you are someone else.
    You are someone else in every wind that blows.

    But I'll be every knot you need,
    When you're lost at sea, with an inch of rope.

    Yes, I'll be every knot you need,
    When you're lost at sea,

    With an inch of rope,
    Without an inch of hope.
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh. Oh, oh-oh, oh.
    Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh. Oh, oh-oh, oh.

    I know you can't trust yourself.
    You can't trust yourself with an inch of rope.

    And I know those words burn like hell.
    Those words burn like hell,

    When they're in your throat.
    When they're in your throat.

  • @lauravassalli3035
    @lauravassalli3035 6 лет назад

    Bella da ascoltare e ancora di più da condividere 😉

  • @lindajurdi3524
    @lindajurdi3524 9 месяцев назад

    Any chance you could upload stained glass window? I can’t believe apple music took this album down

  • @Migu3lDickbat
    @Migu3lDickbat 11 лет назад

    Good song

  • @francescolibrandi5359
    @francescolibrandi5359 6 лет назад

    Thanks Laura