Ed Harcourt - Furnaces (Official audio)

Ed Harcourt’s new album ‘Furnaces’ is out now.
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[@mariammeliksetian7916]

Endings, Beginnings brought me here. Such a great song.

[@munmun1373]

Me too❤️

[@xpwteam]

@@munmun1373 me to

[@raquelsantos1998]

That scene is so intense

[@afellowhuman33]

Same

[@AnimeBleachBabe]

Same!

[@martini87c]

Endings, Beginnings this song is 🔥🔥🔥

[@luzhuitron6849]

Endings, beginnngs ❤

[@johnsheppard3879]

powerful

[@ridensmileparisscootertour6629]

Snatch brought us here : )) Love the song keep it up!

[@Sefree6]

So good!

[@impassivex2942]

same

[@owenzzzz6847]

Me too :D

[@anomalees]

Give Ed sum luv from thee states of America

[@ZURKOWSKI_]

So fucking amazing!!!!!!!

[@miranda18]

Amazing song

[@johnhenry6484]

These Furness still want more !!

[@TheKingTrill]

need lyrics asap, this is so good!

[@paulbryant3680]

Firey finess bold brand new.

[@genevieveetjoelle]

on apprécie bcp Joëlle et moi même si cette musique n est pas très novatrice

[@maximumbiting]

haven't heard a song this edgy since another brick in the wall

[@di1643]

Snatch

[@antw_x9507]

can someone write the lyrics please?

[@_missdemy_]

No matter how much coal you shovel in the mouth of your child, These furnaces still want more. These furnaces still want more. They come in fleets and in droves, with puritanical votes. These furnaces still want more. These furnaces still want more. In to the abyss, with the rope's tied 'round your wrists. You're the last illusionist, but you don't know it. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. Hungry little bird's in the nest, except they're fracking for the shale gas. These furnaces never know when to quit. These furnaces never keep the oil slick. So you'll spark up another cigar, rev the engine on your bullet proof car. These furnaces still want more. These furnaces still want more. In to the abyss, with the ropes tied 'round your wrists. You're the last illusionist, but you don't know it. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust.

[@Sagittarius201]

No matter how much coal you shovel in the mouth of your child, These furnaces still want more. These furnaces still want more. They come in fleets and in droves, with puritanical votes. These furnaces still want more. These furnaces still want more. In to the abyss, with the rope's tied 'round your wrists. You're the last illusionist, but you don't know it. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. Hungry little bird's in the nest, except they're fracking for the shale gas. These furnaces never know when to quit. These furnaces never keep the oil slick. So you'll spark up another cigar, rev the engine on your bullet proof car. These furnaces still want more. These furnaces still want more. In to the abyss, with the ropes tied 'round your wrists. You're the last illusionist, but you don't know it. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. Keep it burning baby. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. And this is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust. Keep the furnace burning, lest we turn in to rust. Read more: Ed Harcourt - Furnaces Lyrics | MetroLyrics

[@pd5156]

You hot baby.