The Most Serene Republic — Jazz Ordinaire lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Jazz Ordinaire" by The Most Serene Republic.

Lyrics

When it comes, they slip its jug and pours
By the way, the carnal rain, of course
one talk to document its travel
Drip, drip, drop and then around again
How strange, it’s getting harder
For water to clean us off
Don’t you squint to see to watch my hand move
Move up your arm and past your fuming eyes
You’re not in tears, at least I think you could be Trading years I tried to camouflage
How strange we’re dancing harder
As water tames off the town
To me you’ll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth
To me you’ll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth
To me you’ll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth
Breathing in all the past skin made by the wars