mount wroclai idle days

Beirut

And I know when time
Will pass by slow
Without my heart
What can I do
You re in the halls
The bell gives way to a larger swell
Without my heart
What can I do, oh
Wroclai

And we grow fat
On the charms of our idle dreary days
Seen the shadows grow
See an ominous display
With no alarm
Could we say we d have expected this way
Under stars have died
Give incent to play
Wroclai