Clarence Skiboots - Discretion Grove lyrics

Hate recreated A revelation A-listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run And the ceiling's are undone Specialized victories For overage who*es I felt up your feelings And they left me no more time To see what I want to find (Believe) let it go (And leave) The shots in closing (Believe) Discretion grove For it's time to go there Yeah, there's time, there's time, there's time To go there A Celt alcoholic Feeling past blue I'm tryin to get up From sending all my selves to you And in times I tilted you Major Alfonso Mined up the gold The ceremonial dead trees Told him all that he could do And it's all we do to run, run, run, run (Believe) let it go (And leave) The shots in closing (Believe) Discretion grove For it's time to go there You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Discretion wind, let it go You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Just crash our wind on a manic bay Distract the wind on a manic bay Scratch the wind on a manic Bay