Reproducciones
0
Popularidad
51
Tiempo desde su lanzamiento
7.1 años
Fecha de estreno: 13/10/2017
Tempo
99
BPM
Compás
4/4
Tonalidad
Fa menor
Duración
4:42
Camelot
4A
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Vídeo
Letra
In Los Ageless, the winter never comes
In Los Ageless, the mothers milk their young
But I can keep running
No, I can keep running
The Los Ageless hang out by the bar
Burn the pages of unwritten memoirs
But I can keep running
No, I can keep running
How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds, too?
How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds, too?
The last days of the sunset superstars
Girls in cages playing their guitars
But how can I leave?
I just follow the hood of my car
In Los Ageless, the waves they never break
They build and build until you don't have no escape
But how can I leave?
I just follow my hood to the sea, go to sleep
How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds, too?
How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds, too?
Oh my Lord, oh, we really did it now
I'm a monster and you're my sacred cow
But I can keep running
No, I can keep on running
How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds, too?
How can anybody have you?
How can anybody have you and lose you?
How can anybody have you and lose you
And not lose their minds?
I guess that's just me, honey, I guess that's how I'm built
I try to tell you I love you and it comes out all sick
I guess that's just me, honey, I guess that's how I'm built
I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
I guess that's just me, honey, I guess that's how I'm built
I try to tell you I love you but it comes out all sick
I guess that's just me, honey, I guess that's how I'm built
I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
Características de Broasted or Fried
0.72
Energía
0.07
Acústica
0.53
Bailable
0.00
Instrumental
0.07
Directo
-6.03
Volumen
0.06
Hablado
0.33
Positividad