歌曲 | Summer (Butcher Two) |
歌手 | matt pond PA |
专辑 | Emblems |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
saturday night | |
the summer's here | |
under clothes hands disappear | |
buttons slip | |
they've gone stray | |
with them thoughts have gone away | |
too far to see from the back seat | |
where sleeping is the enemy | |
in our hands | |
is more sense | |
than butchered words we don't understand | |
to ourselves | |
our skin sticks | |
our palms sweat | |
our teeth click | |
flashing glimpses do not see | |
when daylight is the enemy | |
i can barely see your blue eyes | |
i can barely make them out | |
it's alright in this red | |
your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes | |
it's ok | |
it is fine | |
there's nothing just one thing on our mind | |
saturday night | |
summer's here | |
the sound of breath is in our ears | |
guess the coast is completely clear | |
into water we disappear |
zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
saturday night | |
the summer' s here | |
under clothes hands disappear | |
buttons slip | |
they' ve gone stray | |
with them thoughts have gone away | |
too far to see from the back seat | |
where sleeping is the enemy | |
in our hands | |
is more sense | |
than butchered words we don' t understand | |
to ourselves | |
our skin sticks | |
our palms sweat | |
our teeth click | |
flashing glimpses do not see | |
when daylight is the enemy | |
i can barely see your blue eyes | |
i can barely make them out | |
it' s alright in this red | |
your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes | |
it' s ok | |
it is fine | |
there' s nothing just one thing on our mind | |
saturday night | |
summer' s here | |
the sound of breath is in our ears | |
guess the coast is completely clear | |
into water we disappear |
zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
saturday night | |
the summer' s here | |
under clothes hands disappear | |
buttons slip | |
they' ve gone stray | |
with them thoughts have gone away | |
too far to see from the back seat | |
where sleeping is the enemy | |
in our hands | |
is more sense | |
than butchered words we don' t understand | |
to ourselves | |
our skin sticks | |
our palms sweat | |
our teeth click | |
flashing glimpses do not see | |
when daylight is the enemy | |
i can barely see your blue eyes | |
i can barely make them out | |
it' s alright in this red | |
your mouth tastes perfectly like cigarettes | |
it' s ok | |
it is fine | |
there' s nothing just one thing on our mind | |
saturday night | |
summer' s here | |
the sound of breath is in our ears | |
guess the coast is completely clear | |
into water we disappear |