Cuckoo Spitting Blood 歌词

	作曲 : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ...
	Oh, night set on when
	I fell down
	In the corner of the field.
	Cuckoo, I too sang,
	Spit the blood of welling thougohts.
	Waking with a hundred grains.
	Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.
	I could not face you.
	Since I don't know my father,
	I won't be a son.
	In morning when words rise up
	Like the echo of a stone axe,
	Some demon in me wants to rise up
	And walk away.
	When I am alone in the day.
	At night when
	I am going without clothes
	I see your knees where
	I would sit,
	The purple chair,
	Golden trim hedged 'round.
	I hid myself underneath my father
	With the robes of a son.
	In the morning when words rose up
	Like the echo of a stone axe.
	Some demon in me crawled out
	And ran away.
	I remember when
	I took the gifts
	Asking you for everything,
	Throw your name in the well.
	I sink, and sink.

	zuo qu : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ...
	Oh, night set on when
	I fell down
	In the corner of the field.
	Cuckoo, I too sang,
	Spit the blood of welling thougohts.
	Waking with a hundred grains.
	Salt stains ringing ' round my legs.
	I could not face you.
	Since I don' t know my father,
	I won' t be a son.
	In morning when words rise up
	Like the echo of a stone axe,
	Some demon in me wants to rise up
	And walk away.
	When I am alone in the day.
	At night when
	I am going without clothes
	I see your knees where
	I would sit,
	The purple chair,
	Golden trim hedged ' round.
	I hid myself underneath my father
	With the robes of a son.
	In the morning when words rose up
	Like the echo of a stone axe.
	Some demon in me crawled out
	And ran away.
	I remember when
	I took the gifts
	Asking you for everything,
	Throw your name in the well.
	I sink, and sink.

	zuò qǔ : Bracken, Dost, Joynt, Sandberg ...
	Oh, night set on when
	I fell down
	In the corner of the field.
	Cuckoo, I too sang,
	Spit the blood of welling thougohts.
	Waking with a hundred grains.
	Salt stains ringing ' round my legs.
	I could not face you.
	Since I don' t know my father,
	I won' t be a son.
	In morning when words rise up
	Like the echo of a stone axe,
	Some demon in me wants to rise up
	And walk away.
	When I am alone in the day.
	At night when
	I am going without clothes
	I see your knees where
	I would sit,
	The purple chair,
	Golden trim hedged ' round.
	I hid myself underneath my father
	With the robes of a son.
	In the morning when words rose up
	Like the echo of a stone axe.
	Some demon in me crawled out
	And ran away.
	I remember when
	I took the gifts
	Asking you for everything,
	Throw your name in the well.
	I sink, and sink.

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