歌曲 | The October Tradition |
歌手 | Southcott |
专辑 | Flee the Scene |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
And this is fleeting, | |
This sick, sickness | |
I'm seeking, | |
With tire tread tired eyes, | |
A crooked smile, | |
You'd love, to defile. | |
Don't let me down, | |
With my ear to the ground, | |
I can hear the earth sigh, | |
At the sight of your insides, | |
As you hide behind the lies that you so desperately tell. | |
Fists pummeling like cruise ships, | |
And motorcycle teeth, | |
That are humming between our breaths, | |
And rest, | |
To the beat, | |
Of these simple streets. |