Tendrils 歌词
| 歌曲 | Tendrils |
| 歌手 | Paper Beat Scissors |
| 专辑 | Paper Beat Scissors |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim Crabtree | |
| 作曲 : Tim Crabtree | |
| Old rages blocking all the halls, hide inside walls, decided to go | |
| Calm silence, don’t pick apart its source: make it up, or just put it aside | |
| Dawn find us sleeping upside down, find your sense or hold it, you watch it unfold | |
| Phrase tendrils, creeping for a hold: The steely-grey glow of your eyes | |
| But by night I’m silenced and still – can you make yourself feel unkind? You cry out war when you see that we all have come freely alone | |
| Know brightness, but misinterpret words, deflect us from the sight of you drenched and afraid | |
| Fight in the sourness that pools around the brain | |
| It’s an offering, an offering, an offering again | |
| Sealed inside each verse, up above my words, you’ve a sense, I’m sure, that’s as true as any | |
| For the times I’ve tried, but didn’t make the connection, and I’m left to feel if I was you, I’d lie | |
| If I was you I’d lie | |
| Old judgment, picking apart your eyes, fooled by the scope, pulled as rope. | |
| Old judgment picks apart your eyes. We barely are truthful to us |
| zuo ci : Tim Crabtree | |
| zuo qu : Tim Crabtree | |
| Old rages blocking all the halls, hide inside walls, decided to go | |
| Calm silence, don' t pick apart its source: make it up, or just put it aside | |
| Dawn find us sleeping upside down, find your sense or hold it, you watch it unfold | |
| Phrase tendrils, creeping for a hold: The steelygrey glow of your eyes | |
| But by night I' m silenced and still can you make yourself feel unkind? You cry out war when you see that we all have come freely alone | |
| Know brightness, but misinterpret words, deflect us from the sight of you drenched and afraid | |
| Fight in the sourness that pools around the brain | |
| It' s an offering, an offering, an offering again | |
| Sealed inside each verse, up above my words, you' ve a sense, I' m sure, that' s as true as any | |
| For the times I' ve tried, but didn' t make the connection, and I' m left to feel if I was you, I' d lie | |
| If I was you I' d lie | |
| Old judgment, picking apart your eyes, fooled by the scope, pulled as rope. | |
| Old judgment picks apart your eyes. We barely are truthful to us |
| zuò cí : Tim Crabtree | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Crabtree | |
| Old rages blocking all the halls, hide inside walls, decided to go | |
| Calm silence, don' t pick apart its source: make it up, or just put it aside | |
| Dawn find us sleeping upside down, find your sense or hold it, you watch it unfold | |
| Phrase tendrils, creeping for a hold: The steelygrey glow of your eyes | |
| But by night I' m silenced and still can you make yourself feel unkind? You cry out war when you see that we all have come freely alone | |
| Know brightness, but misinterpret words, deflect us from the sight of you drenched and afraid | |
| Fight in the sourness that pools around the brain | |
| It' s an offering, an offering, an offering again | |
| Sealed inside each verse, up above my words, you' ve a sense, I' m sure, that' s as true as any | |
| For the times I' ve tried, but didn' t make the connection, and I' m left to feel if I was you, I' d lie | |
| If I was you I' d lie | |
| Old judgment, picking apart your eyes, fooled by the scope, pulled as rope. | |
| Old judgment picks apart your eyes. We barely are truthful to us |
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