Eight Line Poem
๐ต 288 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:55 duration
๐ ID: 28200
๐ Lyrics
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:02.23] The tactful cactus by your window
[01:10.74] Surveys the prairie of your room
[01:19.46] The mobile spins to its collision
[01:27.99] Clara puts her head between her paws
[01:37.08] They've opened shops down West side
[01:45.30] Will all the cacti find a home
[01:54.19] But the key to the city
[02:00.26] Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh
[02:20.60]
[01:10.74] Surveys the prairie of your room
[01:19.46] The mobile spins to its collision
[01:27.99] Clara puts her head between her paws
[01:37.08] They've opened shops down West side
[01:45.30] Will all the cacti find a home
[01:54.19] But the key to the city
[02:00.26] Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh
[02:20.60]