Текст песни Turn - The New Pornographers

Turn

Good morning, wrapped in endless ceremony
Stories have all grown wild and tall
Winding through streets all night
So if you could read my rights
I thought I would turn myself in to you
Not guilty, half asleep in, in a splash of sun
The melody’s all grown wild
In this chorus of youth gone wrong
Singing this song alone
That I would turn myself in to you
Stop thinking somebody else’s thoughts
Thought I would turn myself in to you
Stop thinking somebody else’s thoughts
I thought I would turn myself in to you
Stop thinking somebody else’s thoughts
Thought I would turn myself in to you
Stop thinking somebody else’s thoughts