作曲 : Rutili | |
Tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills | |
And paste them to the swimmers shoulders | |
Save your spilling | |
Shorthand and black thread | |
My side was aching low | |
We’re idiots again | |
Comfort’s made of glass | |
All along the fault ripe enough to rain | |
Mercy waits to let you lie | |
It’s not far to lean | |
Just enough to speed curb | |
Hit running warm | |
Too close to ever see | |
Waiting station reds | |
Shift down into clear | |
Shake the lead off your hands | |
Sawdust mouthing | |
Roman axes way | |
Tender crazed the storm rolls down your spine | |
Comfort’s made a mess | |
All along the fault ripe enough to rain... |
zuo qu : Rutili | |
Tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills | |
And paste them to the swimmers shoulders | |
Save your spilling | |
Shorthand and black thread | |
My side was aching low | |
We' re idiots again | |
Comfort' s made of glass | |
All along the fault ripe enough to rain | |
Mercy waits to let you lie | |
It' s not far to lean | |
Just enough to speed curb | |
Hit running warm | |
Too close to ever see | |
Waiting station reds | |
Shift down into clear | |
Shake the lead off your hands | |
Sawdust mouthing | |
Roman axes way | |
Tender crazed the storm rolls down your spine | |
Comfort' s made a mess | |
All along the fault ripe enough to rain... |
zuò qǔ : Rutili | |
Tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills | |
And paste them to the swimmers shoulders | |
Save your spilling | |
Shorthand and black thread | |
My side was aching low | |
We' re idiots again | |
Comfort' s made of glass | |
All along the fault ripe enough to rain | |
Mercy waits to let you lie | |
It' s not far to lean | |
Just enough to speed curb | |
Hit running warm | |
Too close to ever see | |
Waiting station reds | |
Shift down into clear | |
Shake the lead off your hands | |
Sawdust mouthing | |
Roman axes way | |
Tender crazed the storm rolls down your spine | |
Comfort' s made a mess | |
All along the fault ripe enough to rain... |