歌曲 | Spine |
歌手 | Pianos Become the Teeth |
专辑 | The Lack Long After |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
On tuesday I got the call, | |
That damn phone call | |
I’d been bracing for all week. | |
No, don’t say it. | |
I watched her crawl in bed with you, | |
I watched her wet your lips | |
And couldn’t do a God damned thing, | |
I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break, | |
I couldn’t wrap my fingers around your spine | |
And shake it loose from the bone, | |
I couldn’t fight against the loss, | |
I never set fire to your bed, | |
I never burnt the bed sores, | |
I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat, | |
But if it burns me up | |
I won’t char half as much as I’ll keep warm. | |
Life goes on because it has to, these things, | |
They never leave, they stay with you, | |
The smell of the viewing, | |
Your friends singing your praises, | |
The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you, | |
The first Christmas we suffered through, | |
Room 211, kissing your head, | |
The last look into your eyes, | |
Not having the words to say thank you, | |
Say good bye. |
On tuesday I got the call, | |
That damn phone call | |
I' d been bracing for all week. | |
No, don' t say it. | |
I watched her crawl in bed with you, | |
I watched her wet your lips | |
And couldn' t do a God damned thing, | |
I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break, | |
I couldn' t wrap my fingers around your spine | |
And shake it loose from the bone, | |
I couldn' t fight against the loss, | |
I never set fire to your bed, | |
I never burnt the bed sores, | |
I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat, | |
But if it burns me up | |
I won' t char half as much as I' ll keep warm. | |
Life goes on because it has to, these things, | |
They never leave, they stay with you, | |
The smell of the viewing, | |
Your friends singing your praises, | |
The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you, | |
The first Christmas we suffered through, | |
Room 211, kissing your head, | |
The last look into your eyes, | |
Not having the words to say thank you, | |
Say good bye. |
On tuesday I got the call, | |
That damn phone call | |
I' d been bracing for all week. | |
No, don' t say it. | |
I watched her crawl in bed with you, | |
I watched her wet your lips | |
And couldn' t do a God damned thing, | |
I watched you shake, I watched our hearts break, | |
I couldn' t wrap my fingers around your spine | |
And shake it loose from the bone, | |
I couldn' t fight against the loss, | |
I never set fire to your bed, | |
I never burnt the bed sores, | |
I never ate the flame, or drank the sweat, | |
But if it burns me up | |
I won' t char half as much as I' ll keep warm. | |
Life goes on because it has to, these things, | |
They never leave, they stay with you, | |
The smell of the viewing, | |
Your friends singing your praises, | |
The flower boot that never bloomed until we lost you, | |
The first Christmas we suffered through, | |
Room 211, kissing your head, | |
The last look into your eyes, | |
Not having the words to say thank you, | |
Say good bye. |