Editors - Get Low текст песни

The right cry, the called up.
Another name is skipped.
Sit back in time, was worst to fall. Even though the sweets. So get low, get low.


Calling for last call, lights up the atmosphere, the atmosphere. Oh, it's last call, lights up her atmosphere, her atmosphere. I am blinded here. I wish I could smoke this, smoke this atmosphere. I wish I could smoke this, smoke this atmosphere.

I did believe your Bible stings, your prize. I do believe your hate, just give fight now. Now get low, get low.

Calling for last call, lights up the atmosphere, the atmosphere. Oh, it's last call, lights up her atmosphere, her atmosphere. I am blinded here. I wish I could salt this, salt this atmosphere. I wish I could salt this, salt this atmosphere.

Now get low, get low. Get low, get low. I wish I could salt this, salt this atmosphere. I wish I could salt this, salt this atmosphere. I wish I could hold this in my ears. I wish I could stop this, not salt this atmosphere.


(Gracias a Luis Angel Zamudio McDonal por esta letra)