Guided By Voices - Indian Fables - Sözleri

I leap toward the south yeah

And attempt to burn my bridges

Way down to the equator

And back up north with the wind

I'm travelin'

And the last I heard twelve sad stories

From disciples of the sun

And we rang the bell

And fired the gun

To worship the perfect and sometimes cruel

Impartiality of the sun














		
			



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