Days Of Lantana

Days Of Lantana - Ben Howard

Lyrics by：Ben Howard/Mickey Smith

Composed by：Ben Howard/Mickey Smith

Produced by：Nathan Jenkins (Bullion)

Rather someone go keep I did

And I did

Agatha and I go

Down to the courtyard slinging

Last year's sundays in the river of time

Agatha and I go

Down to the citadel sunday

Red church bells and the moon on the rise

If you were to tell her

The days are numbered

I'd break the teeth in your fake a*s smile

Maybe in a rare wind

Maybe in a month of sundays

Maybe in a war

I would still read the wrong signs

But I don't mind it

Being in the darkness baby

To be by your side

I would walk the nile twice

Days of lantana

Each saint with a 'cross and a hammer

Radiation of the cherenkov kind

So we go walking

Birds at the window talking

Jubilations in the faint june shine

Agatha and I go

Down to the citadel winning

Things that graciously came to mind

Gathering the day in

Some make arrangements

Some know the way

And they just walk a straight line

Well Curly's a baker's boy

Living for the harvest nights

Turns to me and says something like

The world only turns twice

Once for the laughter

Once for the memories after

All the rest is just kicking

Through the weather and the fines

So we go dancing well

Twist turns and all things fancy

I blame the baker boy

That's what I had on my mind

You in the here now

Me in the far bar

I'd wait forever if they gave me enough time

Outside walking know

Birds at the window talking

Iterations of the faint june shine

Ados mos boriba hati

Inna mi shia dalave wa

Ados mos boriba hati

Ados mos boriba hati

Inna mi shia dalave wa

Ados mos boriba hati

Ados mos boriba hati

Qa wave wasi wasi

Ados mos boriba hati esay

Ados mos boriba hati