Letra da Música A Head Full de Giants Of The Air

They would take it on faith that
It means the world in some way
This is the rant for a week and
It’s great to have all the energy…

I’m getting hitched on this eternal city
We’re gonna paint it pretty
There I’ll get rid of all my spells

I think with a head full of spell
And blink with these stained glass eyes
I mark and wrap up what’s left
We’re all looking out for the weather changing

I’m getting hitched on this eternal city
We’re gonna paint it pretty
There I’ll get rid of all my spells