Top Songs By Andrew Montana
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Ryan Montana
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Ryan Montana
Songwriter
Lyrics
We'll be fighting in the evening
Just to make up in the morning
Feed you sweet mandarin oranges
Good god you're so damn gorgeous
Hills of green, a pasture
Cross rivers just to have her
Feed you stems cut from your garden
And hearts they tend to harden
I think I left her house about a quarter-past four
In a green four-door
In the rain pour on the granite floor
Baby, I don't ever wanna want you back
Wanna feel like that
Grab your backpack
Flowers on the roof rack
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Flowers in the roof rack
Split my hands to pieces, with cuts and folds and creases
We haven't left in two weeks, call it panic, call instincts
I think I left her house about a quarter-past four
In a green four-door
In the rain pour on the granite floor
Baby, I don't ever wanna want you back
Wanna feel like that
Grab your backpack
Flowers on the roof rack
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Flowers in the roof rack
Need you, baby I'm waiting, under the full moon, the afternoon
You say that we're leaving soon
Hydrangea thief, trapped in the sheets, I'll carry you
Oh when you're feeling blue
I think I left her house about a quarter-past four
In a green four-door
In the rain pour on the granite floor
Baby, I don't ever wanna want you back
Wanna feel like that
Grab your backpack
Flowers on the roof rack
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Flowers in the roof rack (x3)
Written by: Andrew Ryan Montana