歌曲 | No Words Allowed |
歌手 | Lovers |
专辑 | Star Lit Sunken Ship |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Berk | |
Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed | |
Sifting | |
Through the ground where the corn grows | |
Levitating from the inside out, | |
Your skin is shaking; you're moving your mouth | |
But no words come out, | |
No words come out | |
Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field | |
Where a jet plane collides with my window shield | |
Every time I think of you? | |
I've only wanted to lay next you | |
With no words allowed, | |
No words come out | |
When we're buried underground | |
Meet me in the dead people's lounge | |
My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones | |
All peaceful and perfect | |
We won't make a sound | |
We won't make a sound | |
Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa | |
The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would | |
After all these years, and all these miles | |
Fall in love with his grandchild | |
I fell in love with his child | |
I fell in love with you, child. |
zuo qu : Berk | |
Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed | |
Sifting | |
Through the ground where the corn grows | |
Levitating from the inside out, | |
Your skin is shaking you' re moving your mouth | |
But no words come out, | |
No words come out | |
Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field | |
Where a jet plane collides with my window shield | |
Every time I think of you? | |
I' ve only wanted to lay next you | |
With no words allowed, | |
No words come out | |
When we' re buried underground | |
Meet me in the dead people' s lounge | |
My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones | |
All peaceful and perfect | |
We won' t make a sound | |
We won' t make a sound | |
Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa | |
The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would | |
After all these years, and all these miles | |
Fall in love with his grandchild | |
I fell in love with his child | |
I fell in love with you, child. |
zuò qǔ : Berk | |
Planets are drifting as you lay with your eyes closed | |
Sifting | |
Through the ground where the corn grows | |
Levitating from the inside out, | |
Your skin is shaking you' re moving your mouth | |
But no words come out, | |
No words come out | |
Your pores, are they leaking the taste of a corn field | |
Where a jet plane collides with my window shield | |
Every time I think of you? | |
I' ve only wanted to lay next you | |
With no words allowed, | |
No words come out | |
When we' re buried underground | |
Meet me in the dead people' s lounge | |
My skeleton bones will still want to be with your skeleton bones | |
All peaceful and perfect | |
We won' t make a sound | |
We won' t make a sound | |
Sixty years and later and so far from Iowa | |
The boy in the field never dreamed that someday I would | |
After all these years, and all these miles | |
Fall in love with his grandchild | |
I fell in love with his child | |
I fell in love with you, child. |