Regina Spektor - 20 years of snow - GTP табы

He's a wounded animal

He lives in a matchbox

He's a wounded animal

And he's been coming around here


He's a dying breed

He's a dying breed


His daughter is twenty years of snow falling

She's twenty years of strangers looking into each other's eyes

She's twenty years of clean

She never truly hated anyone or anything


She's a dying breed

She's a dying breed


She says I'd prefer the moss

I'd prefer the mouth

A baby of the swamps

A baby of the south

I'm twenty years of clean

And I never truly hated anyone or anything

Twenty years of clean

Twenty years of clean


But I got to get me out of here

This place is full of dirty old men

And the navigators with their mappy maps

And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes


But I got to get me out of here

This place is full of dirty old men

And the navigators with their mappy maps

And moldy heads and pissing on sugarcubes


While you stare at your boots

And the words float out like holograms

And the words float out like holograms

And the words float out like holograms

They say, feel the waltz, feel the waltz

Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz

Feel the waltz, feel the waltz

Come on, baby, baby, now feel the waltz