Native Son

歌曲 Native Son
歌手 Geographer
专辑 Innocent Ghosts

歌词

I am an apple tree, covered up in your leaves
And no one else can feel my skin
Your head's a burning cloud, that never lets it out,
Until the desert cries your name
But now, my hands are the words in your mouth
My fingers are the days that you count
My eyes are the love as you doubt
(…) naked as we are in the woods
Without a (…)
(…) Naked as we are in the woods
Without a (…)
This weight it feels so cursed
I hear it calling out, over everything
And over everyone, I saw a native son
Waiting to hear my voice too
But now, my hands are the words in your mouth
My fingers are the days that you count
My eyes are the love as you doubt
And over everyone, I saw a native son
Waiting to hear my voice too

拼音

I am an apple tree, covered up in your leaves
And no one else can feel my skin
Your head' s a burning cloud, that never lets it out,
Until the desert cries your name
But now, my hands are the words in your mouth
My fingers are the days that you count
My eyes are the love as you doubt
naked as we are in the woods
Without a
Naked as we are in the woods
Without a
This weight it feels so cursed
I hear it calling out, over everything
And over everyone, I saw a native son
Waiting to hear my voice too
But now, my hands are the words in your mouth
My fingers are the days that you count
My eyes are the love as you doubt
And over everyone, I saw a native son
Waiting to hear my voice too