Shouting Distance-Benoit Pioulard

[ti:Shouting Distance] [ar:Benoit Pioulard] [al:Lasted] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Shouting Distance - Benoit Pioulard [00:19.99]You'd cut a man down when his life is at its sweetest [00:23.14] [00:25.78]Cos he yearns to be found where the lamplight's weakest [00:29.04] [00:36.39]The picking of battles like new persimmons [00:39.20] [00:41.80]Not high in the saddle but torn to ribbons [00:45.51] [00:52.53]Oh the time the tone will lag and rush [00:56.10] [00:58.63]Traced in placid places growing flush [01:01.81] [01:04.51]Oh the time the tone will rush and lag [01:07.71] [01:10.46]Preside over design with smoldered drags [01:13.86] [01:31.45]A mural of moments of sharing progression [01:34.17] [01:37.35]Vireos on wires to sing hymns of confession [01:40.59] [01:47.81]They'll rouse a man's fear when it's dormant as winter [01:51.16] [01:53.80]As the yen to be near fetters faith into splinters [01:57.53] [02:04.19]Oh the tone the time will lag and rush [02:07.49] [02:10.06]His eye is on a sparrow and the thrush [02:13.49] [02:16.08]Oh the tone the time will rush and lag [02:19.27] [02:21.76]As the roofs and eaves deteriorate and sag