Aankomende concerten voor Fleet Foxes
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fleet Foxes
Performer
Robin Pecknold
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Pecknold
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robin Pecknold
Producer
Beatriz Artola
Mixing Engineer
Songteksten
Blood of my blood, skin of my skin
You're in roundelay water again
I want to face the condition you're in
The old wrenches hardly turn me
Can you catch a thrown line, tied around neat
Circle once about, please allow me
I see the pall coming off of our cheeks
We're weak but a leaf is turning
And I move lightly in the dawn
Try to, lightly ever on the lee
Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well, time's not what I belong to
And I'm not the season I'm in
Holding on close, holding on to
Any kind of ring I can bring you
And at the beachwood pyre, good news
It's wet but it's catching easy
And I move slightly in the dawn
Try to, gently ever on the lee
Though I liked summer light on you
If we ride a winter-long wind
Well, time's not what I belong to
And you're not the season you're in
Writer(s): Robin Pecknold
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