Tekster: Breeders. Glorious.

Hold my breath for three more years
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious, it's glorious

We were tired from the sleep
Scrabbled and we slept
Through the window came the rain
It's glorious, it's glorious
It's glorious, it's glorious

It's glorious, it's glorious

Being tired from the sleep
Hold my breath for three more years
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious, it's glorious
It's glorious, it's glorious