歌曲 | Fences of Pales |
歌手 | Shannon Wright |
专辑 | Maps of Tacit |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wright | |
This drone you sound alarmingly meek | |
Is inside my head and plummets my bed | |
It rallies and summons me in my sleep | |
The sun is groggy and upon your plate | |
Arms do fumble they're out of their frame | |
Luster has moved and opted your space | |
When you call a caddy | |
I'll be the kind you use | |
The sagas pose their levee | |
That's the kind that floats to you | |
And after all i idle to carry on | |
The clocks married the dated | |
Operas sails salutes | |
The planks are calm with boredom | |
It's the kind you tend to coo | |
Every gala's a blanket in flight | |
And i'm the kind you use | |
And you with all your ready is a horror | |
The recital is staged and ready to recite | |
Stating the flaws and running you wild | |
But i'll be any stable you like | |
The radius is starting to stumble and fright | |
The loveliest station is wailing from sight | |
But i am ready to part from you |
zuo ci : Wright | |
This drone you sound alarmingly meek | |
Is inside my head and plummets my bed | |
It rallies and summons me in my sleep | |
The sun is groggy and upon your plate | |
Arms do fumble they' re out of their frame | |
Luster has moved and opted your space | |
When you call a caddy | |
I' ll be the kind you use | |
The sagas pose their levee | |
That' s the kind that floats to you | |
And after all i idle to carry on | |
The clocks married the dated | |
Operas sails salutes | |
The planks are calm with boredom | |
It' s the kind you tend to coo | |
Every gala' s a blanket in flight | |
And i' m the kind you use | |
And you with all your ready is a horror | |
The recital is staged and ready to recite | |
Stating the flaws and running you wild | |
But i' ll be any stable you like | |
The radius is starting to stumble and fright | |
The loveliest station is wailing from sight | |
But i am ready to part from you |
zuò cí : Wright | |
This drone you sound alarmingly meek | |
Is inside my head and plummets my bed | |
It rallies and summons me in my sleep | |
The sun is groggy and upon your plate | |
Arms do fumble they' re out of their frame | |
Luster has moved and opted your space | |
When you call a caddy | |
I' ll be the kind you use | |
The sagas pose their levee | |
That' s the kind that floats to you | |
And after all i idle to carry on | |
The clocks married the dated | |
Operas sails salutes | |
The planks are calm with boredom | |
It' s the kind you tend to coo | |
Every gala' s a blanket in flight | |
And i' m the kind you use | |
And you with all your ready is a horror | |
The recital is staged and ready to recite | |
Stating the flaws and running you wild | |
But i' ll be any stable you like | |
The radius is starting to stumble and fright | |
The loveliest station is wailing from sight | |
But i am ready to part from you |