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About "Hummingbird" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album "Hummingbird" by Local Natives, which was released in 2013 and consists of 8 songs.
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I can see
Th words as they come out of your mouth
Black balloons
Fall into a poison cloud
Hold me down
And bring me back up again
Until I can't
I can't tell the difference
Black Balloons
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We were standing
At forsythe and Bowery.
Flowers and painted forehead
Trying to forget.
You can't tell if the ceilings rising
Or if the floor's falling out.
I remember sunrise without sleep
Godlike and cowering
Bowery
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(Ooo-ooo)
Waiting for my words to catch like I'm trying to strike a match that's
Soaking wet,
See-through skull, see-through skin,
Leave all the lights on, can't see out but they see in,
Stare down my nose, watching the color drain from my eyes,
Cold cereal and TV before I go to sleep
Breathing out, hoping to breathe in, I know nothing's wrong but I'm not
Breakers
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You haven't stopped your smoking yet, so I'll share your cigarette
Just to feel it in my fingers
Walk around till three AM, tell me what I know again
To keep myself from second guessing
All my silver dreams bring me to you
Hold the summer in your hands, till the summer summer turns to sand
We were staring at our ceilings
Ceilings
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Verse 1:
The day after I had counted down all of your breaths,
Down until there
Were none, were none, were none, were none.
A hummingbird crashed right in front of me
And I understood all it did for us
You gave and gave and gave and gave
Ohhhhh
Every night I ask myself,
Colombia
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Powder in your hair
Staples in your jeans
Fireworks in the water
You were holding
A styro-foam cup
Held between your teeth
Telling me how you're going to outlive your body
What you said I wrote it down, I wont say, I won't speak - the same
Heavy Feet
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Face stained in the ceiling
Why does it keep saying,
I don't have to see you right now
I don't have to see you right now
Digging like you can bury
Something that cannot die
Or we could wash the dirt off our hands now
Keep it from living underground
Mt. Washington
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You always hated
Every gorgeous coffee cup
You could never see that
That to him they meant the world
I am ready
You know
I am ready
To feel you
You know
Three Months
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