歌曲 | Duelist |
歌手 | True Widow |
专辑 | True Widow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Estill, Phillips | |
Come at dawn | |
All the burning lights are wasted | |
Tongue tied now | |
You can't understand the torture | |
In the morning of the day | |
With the cold world brings a fear | |
Solitude | |
Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted | |
Deep and dark underground | |
Apart from all that's aching | |
In the seconds near a time | |
Just a figure in my mind | |
And a pale cloud passes by | |
When the mourning doves' on high | |
I cannot feel all the feelings i might | |
Out the gate I come undone | |
How can I feel all these feelings at once | |
Tempt the bottom feeding love | |
Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts | |
Rest and breath in all your last of days |
zuo qu : Estill, Phillips | |
Come at dawn | |
All the burning lights are wasted | |
Tongue tied now | |
You can' t understand the torture | |
In the morning of the day | |
With the cold world brings a fear | |
Solitude | |
Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted | |
Deep and dark underground | |
Apart from all that' s aching | |
In the seconds near a time | |
Just a figure in my mind | |
And a pale cloud passes by | |
When the mourning doves' on high | |
I cannot feel all the feelings i might | |
Out the gate I come undone | |
How can I feel all these feelings at once | |
Tempt the bottom feeding love | |
Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts | |
Rest and breath in all your last of days |
zuò qǔ : Estill, Phillips | |
Come at dawn | |
All the burning lights are wasted | |
Tongue tied now | |
You can' t understand the torture | |
In the morning of the day | |
With the cold world brings a fear | |
Solitude | |
Hope to hear all is not gone and wasted | |
Deep and dark underground | |
Apart from all that' s aching | |
In the seconds near a time | |
Just a figure in my mind | |
And a pale cloud passes by | |
When the mourning doves' on high | |
I cannot feel all the feelings i might | |
Out the gate I come undone | |
How can I feel all these feelings at once | |
Tempt the bottom feeding love | |
Wade in the darkest of darkened accounts | |
Rest and breath in all your last of days |