歌曲 | Surly Demise |
歌手 | Shannon Wright |
专辑 | Dyed in the Wool |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wright | |
This state it cannot be sound | |
For seeing through | |
The day with fresh eyes | |
Try to lick these bits | |
Back into place | |
These tanks bore there wintry weight | |
To wake to these scraps of morn | |
It bears a stone | |
And that’s what i’ve become | |
These legs are built upon a surly demise | |
We all reach for a hand in which we will guide | |
Let’s sit quiet and we shall not stir | |
Your mouth is fragrant | |
And lassoing this room | |
And never is too long to date | |
Your crusty petals are prying away | |
Pails of cheer have become stains |
zuo ci : Wright | |
This state it cannot be sound | |
For seeing through | |
The day with fresh eyes | |
Try to lick these bits | |
Back into place | |
These tanks bore there wintry weight | |
To wake to these scraps of morn | |
It bears a stone | |
And that' s what i' ve become | |
These legs are built upon a surly demise | |
We all reach for a hand in which we will guide | |
Let' s sit quiet and we shall not stir | |
Your mouth is fragrant | |
And lassoing this room | |
And never is too long to date | |
Your crusty petals are prying away | |
Pails of cheer have become stains |
zuò cí : Wright | |
This state it cannot be sound | |
For seeing through | |
The day with fresh eyes | |
Try to lick these bits | |
Back into place | |
These tanks bore there wintry weight | |
To wake to these scraps of morn | |
It bears a stone | |
And that' s what i' ve become | |
These legs are built upon a surly demise | |
We all reach for a hand in which we will guide | |
Let' s sit quiet and we shall not stir | |
Your mouth is fragrant | |
And lassoing this room | |
And never is too long to date | |
Your crusty petals are prying away | |
Pails of cheer have become stains |