歌曲 | Granny Niblo |
歌手 | Fair to Midland |
专辑 | Inter. Funda. Stifle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fair To Midland | |
Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room | |
Cut around the block | |
Shake in the boots we stocked | |
I'll turn your onset to off' | |
Cause with patience and much practice | |
Of keeping all this clean | |
Wipe the floor with rust | |
Abigail's lost touch and it makes for scattered debris | |
For nine years and square stars | |
Tonight we have it all made | |
For nine months, let's make much | |
All the bells were out of unison | |
I knew not why the latitude carried on | |
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues | |
I was built on binds of paperback | |
I knew not if the stories were told or taught | |
And all of our knees were carved in sand from | |
Leningrad"On", said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink | |
But we do as we say and | |
I'll do as | |
I've saidUntil my tongue parts the sea"On", said that self defense texture of the reed | |
And it climbs and it sings |
zuo qu : Fair To Midland | |
Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room | |
Cut around the block | |
Shake in the boots we stocked | |
I' ll turn your onset to off' | |
Cause with patience and much practice | |
Of keeping all this clean | |
Wipe the floor with rust | |
Abigail' s lost touch and it makes for scattered debris | |
For nine years and square stars | |
Tonight we have it all made | |
For nine months, let' s make much | |
All the bells were out of unison | |
I knew not why the latitude carried on | |
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues | |
I was built on binds of paperback | |
I knew not if the stories were told or taught | |
And all of our knees were carved in sand from | |
Leningrad" On", said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink | |
But we do as we say and | |
I' ll do as | |
I' ve saidUntil my tongue parts the sea" On", said that self defense texture of the reed | |
And it climbs and it sings |
zuò qǔ : Fair To Midland | |
Here is the deal, you must find guesses in this room | |
Cut around the block | |
Shake in the boots we stocked | |
I' ll turn your onset to off' | |
Cause with patience and much practice | |
Of keeping all this clean | |
Wipe the floor with rust | |
Abigail' s lost touch and it makes for scattered debris | |
For nine years and square stars | |
Tonight we have it all made | |
For nine months, let' s make much | |
All the bells were out of unison | |
I knew not why the latitude carried on | |
And all of our signs were made to pray to synagogues | |
I was built on binds of paperback | |
I knew not if the stories were told or taught | |
And all of our knees were carved in sand from | |
Leningrad" On", said the rod and reel and not a drop to drink | |
But we do as we say and | |
I' ll do as | |
I' ve saidUntil my tongue parts the sea" On", said that self defense texture of the reed | |
And it climbs and it sings |