歌曲 | Empire |
歌手 | The Black Angels |
专辑 | Passover |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Oh, the empires calling, | |
Trying to hear his voice, | |
While he’s preaching to the choir, | |
And that choir is death and noise. | |
And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. | |
Angels with broken wings, | |
Melodic harmonies she sings. | |
She brings you white daffodils, | |
You place them on your windowsill. | |
Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. | |
Well you sit in dark forests, | |
You’ve been there for quite a while. | |
And when they come to take you, | |
You just sit and smile. | |
You say, “ | |
Hey, you take this. | |
I’m gonna see if you exist.” | |
Oh it’s time to leave here, | |
And I still have my knife, | |
And it’s pressed up against my body, | |
Tonights gonna be the night. | |
And I cut my own wrist, just to see if | |
I exist. |
Oh, the empires calling, | |
Trying to hear his voice, | |
While he' s preaching to the choir, | |
And that choir is death and noise. | |
And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. | |
Angels with broken wings, | |
Melodic harmonies she sings. | |
She brings you white daffodils, | |
You place them on your windowsill. | |
Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. | |
Well you sit in dark forests, | |
You' ve been there for quite a while. | |
And when they come to take you, | |
You just sit and smile. | |
You say, " | |
Hey, you take this. | |
I' m gonna see if you exist." | |
Oh it' s time to leave here, | |
And I still have my knife, | |
And it' s pressed up against my body, | |
Tonights gonna be the night. | |
And I cut my own wrist, just to see if | |
I exist. |
Oh, the empires calling, | |
Trying to hear his voice, | |
While he' s preaching to the choir, | |
And that choir is death and noise. | |
And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. | |
Angels with broken wings, | |
Melodic harmonies she sings. | |
She brings you white daffodils, | |
You place them on your windowsill. | |
Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. | |
Well you sit in dark forests, | |
You' ve been there for quite a while. | |
And when they come to take you, | |
You just sit and smile. | |
You say, " | |
Hey, you take this. | |
I' m gonna see if you exist." | |
Oh it' s time to leave here, | |
And I still have my knife, | |
And it' s pressed up against my body, | |
Tonights gonna be the night. | |
And I cut my own wrist, just to see if | |
I exist. |