歌曲 | Shadow Cabinet |
歌手 | The Church |
专辑 | Remote Luxury |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kilbey, Koppes, Ploog ... | |
Now chased by the shapes of your vows | |
Look at the things she allows | |
Junction fever must have closed down the rail | |
The gluttunous wind keeps on nibbling the sails | |
Queueing in the ruins in the wake of the gale it's | |
Harmony i say | |
Hear the difference between close and near | |
The way oaths and oafs interfere | |
Bliss comes first as a jangling flood | |
Pillow from the old country arrives with a thud | |
That night she drinks ceremony and mud it's | |
Happening i say | |
Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget | |
Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet | |
She offered her chaos to me | |
Proffered herself languidly | |
The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells | |
Tinges of persia, ihope that it sells | |
Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells | |
It's heavenly i say | |
Then one winter morning you walk through the trees | |
But they cut them all down for the factories | |
Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys | |
It's hardly used i think |
zuo ci : Kilbey, Koppes, Ploog ... | |
Now chased by the shapes of your vows | |
Look at the things she allows | |
Junction fever must have closed down the rail | |
The gluttunous wind keeps on nibbling the sails | |
Queueing in the ruins in the wake of the gale it' s | |
Harmony i say | |
Hear the difference between close and near | |
The way oaths and oafs interfere | |
Bliss comes first as a jangling flood | |
Pillow from the old country arrives with a thud | |
That night she drinks ceremony and mud it' s | |
Happening i say | |
Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget | |
Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet | |
She offered her chaos to me | |
Proffered herself languidly | |
The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells | |
Tinges of persia, ihope that it sells | |
Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells | |
It' s heavenly i say | |
Then one winter morning you walk through the trees | |
But they cut them all down for the factories | |
Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys | |
It' s hardly used i think |
zuò cí : Kilbey, Koppes, Ploog ... | |
Now chased by the shapes of your vows | |
Look at the things she allows | |
Junction fever must have closed down the rail | |
The gluttunous wind keeps on nibbling the sails | |
Queueing in the ruins in the wake of the gale it' s | |
Harmony i say | |
Hear the difference between close and near | |
The way oaths and oafs interfere | |
Bliss comes first as a jangling flood | |
Pillow from the old country arrives with a thud | |
That night she drinks ceremony and mud it' s | |
Happening i say | |
Must be thirsty, drink, drink, sink, forget | |
Must be empty inside the shadow cabinet | |
She offered her chaos to me | |
Proffered herself languidly | |
The eldritch bitch must have muddled her spells | |
Tinges of persia, ihope that it sells | |
Chemical nuptials and ringing the bells | |
It' s heavenly i say | |
Then one winter morning you walk through the trees | |
But they cut them all down for the factories | |
Made this pretty cabinet and gave you the keys | |
It' s hardly used i think |