歌曲 | Splinter Down |
歌手 | Mordred |
专辑 | The Next Room |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kimball, Mordred | |
See you hunkered on the ground | |
Magnifying glass in hand | |
Can you focus in one spot for long enough? | |
If you see the whispered smoke | |
Curling vine-like from a leaf | |
You will turn the glass on me | |
That I know for sure | |
Pass the boneyard on the left | |
There's a secret that I keep | |
Like a tick upon my skin | |
I will take you to that place | |
If you leave your glass behind | |
Not afraid to say "I am afraid" | |
You've got to learn which logs to cure | |
Which ones to burn | |
If I rake up all my wits | |
Pile them up into a heap | |
There's no guarantee that you won't be the wind | |
Turn a placid day in fall | |
Into a hurricane | |
So if I stay inside again, some windows down | |
You know I'm saying | |
You've got to learn which logs to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
And I wanna say this now | |
When I see you with the timber I will splinter down | |
And paint your arms with scars | |
Paint your arms with scars | |
[Breakdown] | |
You won't ever let me out | |
I won't ever let you | |
That would serve me right | |
Would serve me all too right | |
That would serve me right | |
Would serve me all too right | |
Won't hear you laugh in my face, what's your name? | |
Throw down your axe, you're a mess, what a shame | |
[Solo] | |
You've got to learn which logs to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
And you know it's now | |
Not long before the fire's spent | |
And all your trouble's gone to waste | |
Gone to waste | |
You've got to learn which ones to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
Which ones to do something with | |
You've got to learn | |
Which ones will burn you | |
And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars |
zuo qu : Kimball, Mordred | |
See you hunkered on the ground | |
Magnifying glass in hand | |
Can you focus in one spot for long enough? | |
If you see the whispered smoke | |
Curling vinelike from a leaf | |
You will turn the glass on me | |
That I know for sure | |
Pass the boneyard on the left | |
There' s a secret that I keep | |
Like a tick upon my skin | |
I will take you to that place | |
If you leave your glass behind | |
Not afraid to say " I am afraid" | |
You' ve got to learn which logs to cure | |
Which ones to burn | |
If I rake up all my wits | |
Pile them up into a heap | |
There' s no guarantee that you won' t be the wind | |
Turn a placid day in fall | |
Into a hurricane | |
So if I stay inside again, some windows down | |
You know I' m saying | |
You' ve got to learn which logs to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
And I wanna say this now | |
When I see you with the timber I will splinter down | |
And paint your arms with scars | |
Paint your arms with scars | |
Breakdown | |
You won' t ever let me out | |
I won' t ever let you | |
That would serve me right | |
Would serve me all too right | |
That would serve me right | |
Would serve me all too right | |
Won' t hear you laugh in my face, what' s your name? | |
Throw down your axe, you' re a mess, what a shame | |
Solo | |
You' ve got to learn which logs to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
And you know it' s now | |
Not long before the fire' s spent | |
And all your trouble' s gone to waste | |
Gone to waste | |
You' ve got to learn which ones to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
Which ones to do something with | |
You' ve got to learn | |
Which ones will burn you | |
And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars |
zuò qǔ : Kimball, Mordred | |
See you hunkered on the ground | |
Magnifying glass in hand | |
Can you focus in one spot for long enough? | |
If you see the whispered smoke | |
Curling vinelike from a leaf | |
You will turn the glass on me | |
That I know for sure | |
Pass the boneyard on the left | |
There' s a secret that I keep | |
Like a tick upon my skin | |
I will take you to that place | |
If you leave your glass behind | |
Not afraid to say " I am afraid" | |
You' ve got to learn which logs to cure | |
Which ones to burn | |
If I rake up all my wits | |
Pile them up into a heap | |
There' s no guarantee that you won' t be the wind | |
Turn a placid day in fall | |
Into a hurricane | |
So if I stay inside again, some windows down | |
You know I' m saying | |
You' ve got to learn which logs to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
And I wanna say this now | |
When I see you with the timber I will splinter down | |
And paint your arms with scars | |
Paint your arms with scars | |
Breakdown | |
You won' t ever let me out | |
I won' t ever let you | |
That would serve me right | |
Would serve me all too right | |
That would serve me right | |
Would serve me all too right | |
Won' t hear you laugh in my face, what' s your name? | |
Throw down your axe, you' re a mess, what a shame | |
Solo | |
You' ve got to learn which logs to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
And you know it' s now | |
Not long before the fire' s spent | |
And all your trouble' s gone to waste | |
Gone to waste | |
You' ve got to learn which ones to burn | |
Which ones to cure | |
Which ones to do something with | |
You' ve got to learn | |
Which ones will burn you | |
And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars |