歌曲 | Molasses and Stone |
歌手 | Jeff Lang |
专辑 | Prepare Me Well |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lang | |
You put your hand through the skin of my arm | |
And I'm falling through the floor | |
The magic act of your casual charm | |
I can't shrug it away any more | |
You put your cool hand onto my head | |
And I'm mumbling molasses and stone | |
You're weaving your spell in the tomb of my bed | |
I can't shrug you away on my own | |
My demons can feed you | |
Every line in the book | |
Good God I can't bleed you | |
Out of my eyes | |
You walk by my side | |
You sit in my pocket | |
With each hit I took | |
You put your hands on my knees and thighs | |
And I kneel at the bottom of a well | |
Your finest trick is to cloak prying eyes | |
I can't shrug you away so I fell | |
I can't shrug you away so I felL |
zuo qu : Lang | |
You put your hand through the skin of my arm | |
And I' m falling through the floor | |
The magic act of your casual charm | |
I can' t shrug it away any more | |
You put your cool hand onto my head | |
And I' m mumbling molasses and stone | |
You' re weaving your spell in the tomb of my bed | |
I can' t shrug you away on my own | |
My demons can feed you | |
Every line in the book | |
Good God I can' t bleed you | |
Out of my eyes | |
You walk by my side | |
You sit in my pocket | |
With each hit I took | |
You put your hands on my knees and thighs | |
And I kneel at the bottom of a well | |
Your finest trick is to cloak prying eyes | |
I can' t shrug you away so I fell | |
I can' t shrug you away so I felL |
zuò qǔ : Lang | |
You put your hand through the skin of my arm | |
And I' m falling through the floor | |
The magic act of your casual charm | |
I can' t shrug it away any more | |
You put your cool hand onto my head | |
And I' m mumbling molasses and stone | |
You' re weaving your spell in the tomb of my bed | |
I can' t shrug you away on my own | |
My demons can feed you | |
Every line in the book | |
Good God I can' t bleed you | |
Out of my eyes | |
You walk by my side | |
You sit in my pocket | |
With each hit I took | |
You put your hands on my knees and thighs | |
And I kneel at the bottom of a well | |
Your finest trick is to cloak prying eyes | |
I can' t shrug you away so I fell | |
I can' t shrug you away so I felL |