Bomb in a Birdcage Album by A Fine Frenzy
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By A Fine Frenzy, You say your time has come, you're tired of waking
By A Fine Frenzy, You came with the season as the first swallow sang A
By A Fine Frenzy, One of us is gonna be here and And one of
By A Fine Frenzy, You should be wilder, you're no fun at all Yeah, thanks
By A Fine Frenzy, You show up like a hurricane All hungry eyed and weather
By A Fine Frenzy, Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical Touches stricken cold and
By A Fine Frenzy, You are a thunderous thing, wondrous king The face of rival-less
By A Fine Frenzy, We are not frightened anymore We stood up, we stood up And
By A Fine Frenzy, Wretched, look at me, I've lost it Melting on the table,
By A Fine Frenzy, If we were children I would bake you a mud
By A Fine Frenzy, It must be written that the moon Elbowed the stars and