作曲 : Baizley, Baroness | |
Save your soul | |
It's bright with holes | |
Rays on pinion | |
Lay me down | |
Our trust lies in mighty wing | |
As we thrust ourselves into the drink | |
Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil | |
To drift on and work the soil | |
Stow your gaze | |
Away these waves | |
Stain reflection | |
May we drown | |
This is our last goodbye | |
This is our final cry | |
This separation of bird and bone | |
Is an introduction to tide and lung | |
We've resigned ourselves to soar home | |
Despite these wayward rays |
zuo qu : Baizley, Baroness | |
Save your soul | |
It' s bright with holes | |
Rays on pinion | |
Lay me down | |
Our trust lies in mighty wing | |
As we thrust ourselves into the drink | |
Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil | |
To drift on and work the soil | |
Stow your gaze | |
Away these waves | |
Stain reflection | |
May we drown | |
This is our last goodbye | |
This is our final cry | |
This separation of bird and bone | |
Is an introduction to tide and lung | |
We' ve resigned ourselves to soar home | |
Despite these wayward rays |
zuò qǔ : Baizley, Baroness | |
Save your soul | |
It' s bright with holes | |
Rays on pinion | |
Lay me down | |
Our trust lies in mighty wing | |
As we thrust ourselves into the drink | |
Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil | |
To drift on and work the soil | |
Stow your gaze | |
Away these waves | |
Stain reflection | |
May we drown | |
This is our last goodbye | |
This is our final cry | |
This separation of bird and bone | |
Is an introduction to tide and lung | |
We' ve resigned ourselves to soar home | |
Despite these wayward rays |