ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Flowers by the shore


Some forgive and some forget
And this sorry note won’t help at all
You took my smile and made it stale
And now I owe you nothing, my tongue has gone cold

Make it, make it, make it snow
Melt the weight upon my shoulders
Build a boat and I will row
Deep below into the ocean

But beware, I’m coming out to find you
I’m coming out to take you home
I’m packing shotguns and rifles
I left my flowers by the shore

Your livid laughs echo so long
Around the walls of my journey alone
As you span around in your ballroom gown
Gracefully dragging all of us down

So make it, make it, make it snow
Melt the weight upon my shoulders
Build a boat and I will row
Deep below into the ocean

But beware, I’m coming out to find you
I’m coming out to take you home
I’m packing shotguns and rifles
I left my flowers by the shore

So beware, I’m coming out to find you
I’m coming out to take you home
I’m packing shotguns and rifles
I left my flowers by the shore