歌曲 | Folds |
歌手 | Paper Beat Scissors |
专辑 | Paper Beat Scissors |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tim Crabtree | |
作曲 : Tim Crabtree | |
Climb up this fleshy frame | |
Hands and feet are fixed, stretching up above me | |
This man-made, shoulder-wide ladder's broken sides | |
The wind rose, I lost my step | |
Cushioning my back, the sands that came to greet me | |
The fallen: ranked and filed away with all the wherewithal | |
And when you touch the sun | |
Remember what it's for | |
The heat pulling sweat from your pores | |
You'll see it in their eyes and shoulders | |
Cushioning your lives, enfold us | |
Cos even if you pushed it forwards we've got it wrong | |
Still winds, a shineless night | |
Weightless in the folds of winds and silent feathers | |
But still we'll push overland | |
As breathless as the day we came | |
And when you touch the sun | |
Remember what it's for | |
The heat pulling sweat from your pores | |
You'll see it in their eyes and shoulders | |
Cushioning your lives, enfold us | |
Cos even if you pushed it forwards we've got it wrong |
zuo ci : Tim Crabtree | |
zuo qu : Tim Crabtree | |
Climb up this fleshy frame | |
Hands and feet are fixed, stretching up above me | |
This manmade, shoulderwide ladder' s broken sides | |
The wind rose, I lost my step | |
Cushioning my back, the sands that came to greet me | |
The fallen: ranked and filed away with all the wherewithal | |
And when you touch the sun | |
Remember what it' s for | |
The heat pulling sweat from your pores | |
You' ll see it in their eyes and shoulders | |
Cushioning your lives, enfold us | |
Cos even if you pushed it forwards we' ve got it wrong | |
Still winds, a shineless night | |
Weightless in the folds of winds and silent feathers | |
But still we' ll push overland | |
As breathless as the day we came | |
And when you touch the sun | |
Remember what it' s for | |
The heat pulling sweat from your pores | |
You' ll see it in their eyes and shoulders | |
Cushioning your lives, enfold us | |
Cos even if you pushed it forwards we' ve got it wrong |
zuò cí : Tim Crabtree | |
zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree | |
Climb up this fleshy frame | |
Hands and feet are fixed, stretching up above me | |
This manmade, shoulderwide ladder' s broken sides | |
The wind rose, I lost my step | |
Cushioning my back, the sands that came to greet me | |
The fallen: ranked and filed away with all the wherewithal | |
And when you touch the sun | |
Remember what it' s for | |
The heat pulling sweat from your pores | |
You' ll see it in their eyes and shoulders | |
Cushioning your lives, enfold us | |
Cos even if you pushed it forwards we' ve got it wrong | |
Still winds, a shineless night | |
Weightless in the folds of winds and silent feathers | |
But still we' ll push overland | |
As breathless as the day we came | |
And when you touch the sun | |
Remember what it' s for | |
The heat pulling sweat from your pores | |
You' ll see it in their eyes and shoulders | |
Cushioning your lives, enfold us | |
Cos even if you pushed it forwards we' ve got it wrong |