Sharks don't attack the Irish,
it's mostly Australians.
There's nothing accomplished
by these splashing citizens.
from the Moon down to the surface
of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
over your shoulder at
the distant lights of your firmament.
When the sharks finished the Irish
and those people from Berlin.
We left our look of the landed
with one of rescue's imminent
From the Moon down to the surface
of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
over your shoulder at
the chandeliers of your firmament.
it's your firmament, baby.
it's mostly Australians.
There's nothing accomplished
by these splashing citizens.
from the Moon down to the surface
of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
over your shoulder at
the distant lights of your firmament.
When the sharks finished the Irish
and those people from Berlin.
We left our look of the landed
with one of rescue's imminent
From the Moon down to the surface
of the Mariana's Trench
I won't send you in a cab when
I can take you there myself then steal a look
over your shoulder at
the chandeliers of your firmament.
it's your firmament, baby.
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreAlternative, Rock
Rank−
Duration00:04:14
Charts
Copyright ©Peermusic Publishing
WriterGordon Downie, Johnny Fay, Joseph Paul Langlois, Robert Baker, Robert Gordon Sinclair
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedJune 28th, 2006
Last updatedMarch 6th, 2022
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