Paul Verlaine
Lyrics
There's a note That the world plays out of tune Some silver afternoon And you see the sunlight dying on the lawn Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine Such an in- such an insubstantial day Sometimes in a lonely alleyway Everything cracks like porcelain Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine Such an in- such an insubstantial day All the empty sidewalks in the street All the voices in the fields What if they're real? Paul Verlaine, Paul Verlaine Such an in- such an insubstantial day All the empty sidewalks in the street All the voices in the fields What if they're real?
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:00
- Key
- 11
- Tempo
- 131 BPM