《Vice/Versa》歌词

[00:03:55] Mountains of molehills,

[00:03:55] A grapevine in my ear.

[00:03:55] Spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear,

[00:03:55] While the nests in my hands starve for rest.

[00:03:55] Sticklers for cheap fun,

[00:03:55] You oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms.

[00:03:55] For black market all day parades,

[00:03:55] For a grand prize a slap in the face for you

[00:03:55] Bold faced type covers your text,

[00:03:55] It must have been winter.

[00:03:55] Still frame, no dice.

[00:03:55] Where do you get your evidence?

[00:03:55] Move now, stay still,

[00:03:55] It takes a luminescent hue.

[00:03:55] The wood, the crest that's weaved outside your vest.

[00:03:55] Still frame, no dice.

[00:03:55] Loons light the skyline while you sleep on concrete with both your eyes open.

[00:03:55] I just kept pullin' on both your feet.

[00:03:55] Someday together we'll breathe on mountains of molehills