Loves' Apparatus's lyrics & chords

Getting to know Loves' Apparatus, Depressed faces at the Fun Fair, The Stains of Nature's Rythmns, Mix with seeds carried in Autumn Air. Fiddling around with the pipes, And tunes we play to ourselves, The now flaky painted,creaky carousels, Turn a little more slowly, Wishing all was well. Finally,knowing some dreams shall remain,Just Dreams, We transfer the responsibility, of the fantasy, To others to play and show, We Are Not Useless, We Still Sometimes Smile, When It Snows. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the ...read more