Through Windows 歌词
| 歌曲 | Through Windows |
| 歌手 | The Republic Of Wolves |
| 专辑 | His Old Branches |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.801] | I am not the devil under the water |
| [00:06.431] | Pulling you down by your old wooden ankles |
| [00:11.833] | Splitting and shriveling, seeping out of me |
| [00:17.420] | God, I’m afraid of the songs you’ve been singing me |
| [00:23.013] | God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly |
| [00:29.691] | And I am the walls crumbling down |
| [00:36.999] | |
| [00:37.419] | We are clearly the saints |
| [00:42.938] | No, we are not afraid |
| [00:48.378] | Our names cannot be engraved in the sand |
| [00:59.111] | |
| [01:10.396] | I am just a sinner, pulling my splinters out |
| [01:15.613] | Chipping away at a crackling flame |
| [01:21.112] | Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter |
| [01:26.491] | When I realized that it all would get harder than this |
| [01:33.677] | But I don’t believe in the surface |
| [01:40.593] | |
| [01:40.954] | We can’t see through the sheets |
| [01:46.408] | No, we are not asleep |
| [01:51.950] | And I will not be the leaves on your tree |
| [02:02.822] | |
| [02:24.935] | I am the tides |
| [02:26.689] | I’m the beggar left for dead on the side |
| [02:31.647] | And I am the walls crumbling down |
| [02:35.865] | They’re watching me fall through the windows of saints |
| [02:40.906] | They’re making me something I am not |
| [02:47.129] | |
| [03:53.085] | Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept |
| [03:58.581] | But you never grew out of the secrets you kept |
| [04:04.116] | To keep all his light-headed hoping alive |
| [04:09.999] | Carried for miles inside of your mind |
| [04:15.254] | Now I’m writing down all of my saintly complaints |
| [04:20.864] | And pulling the strings they’ve attached to my face |
| [04:26.193] | But I’m done haunting houses and cursing at God |
| [04:31.866] | And filling up spaces with black and white fog |
| [04:37.558] | I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor |
| [04:42.813] | Well what did you think all of that shaking was for? |
| [04:48.404] | Now I’m floating downstream, chasing after my bones |
| [04:53.955] | Well I guess I grew old but I never went home |
| [05:00.531] |
| [00:00.801] | I am not the devil under the water |
| [00:06.431] | Pulling you down by your old wooden ankles |
| [00:11.833] | Splitting and shriveling, seeping out of me |
| [00:17.420] | God, I' m afraid of the songs you' ve been singing me |
| [00:23.013] | God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly |
| [00:29.691] | And I am the walls crumbling down |
| [00:36.999] | |
| [00:37.419] | We are clearly the saints |
| [00:42.938] | No, we are not afraid |
| [00:48.378] | Our names cannot be engraved in the sand |
| [00:59.111] | |
| [01:10.396] | I am just a sinner, pulling my splinters out |
| [01:15.613] | Chipping away at a crackling flame |
| [01:21.112] | Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter |
| [01:26.491] | When I realized that it all would get harder than this |
| [01:33.677] | But I don' t believe in the surface |
| [01:40.593] | |
| [01:40.954] | We can' t see through the sheets |
| [01:46.408] | No, we are not asleep |
| [01:51.950] | And I will not be the leaves on your tree |
| [02:02.822] | |
| [02:24.935] | I am the tides |
| [02:26.689] | I' m the beggar left for dead on the side |
| [02:31.647] | And I am the walls crumbling down |
| [02:35.865] | They' re watching me fall through the windows of saints |
| [02:40.906] | They' re making me something I am not |
| [02:47.129] | |
| [03:53.085] | Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept |
| [03:58.581] | But you never grew out of the secrets you kept |
| [04:04.116] | To keep all his lightheaded hoping alive |
| [04:09.999] | Carried for miles inside of your mind |
| [04:15.254] | Now I' m writing down all of my saintly complaints |
| [04:20.864] | And pulling the strings they' ve attached to my face |
| [04:26.193] | But I' m done haunting houses and cursing at God |
| [04:31.866] | And filling up spaces with black and white fog |
| [04:37.558] | I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor |
| [04:42.813] | Well what did you think all of that shaking was for? |
| [04:48.404] | Now I' m floating downstream, chasing after my bones |
| [04:53.955] | Well I guess I grew old but I never went home |
| [05:00.531] |
| [00:00.801] | I am not the devil under the water |
| [00:06.431] | Pulling you down by your old wooden ankles |
| [00:11.833] | Splitting and shriveling, seeping out of me |
| [00:17.420] | God, I' m afraid of the songs you' ve been singing me |
| [00:23.013] | God, I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly |
| [00:29.691] | And I am the walls crumbling down |
| [00:36.999] | |
| [00:37.419] | We are clearly the saints |
| [00:42.938] | No, we are not afraid |
| [00:48.378] | Our names cannot be engraved in the sand |
| [00:59.111] | |
| [01:10.396] | I am just a sinner, pulling my splinters out |
| [01:15.613] | Chipping away at a crackling flame |
| [01:21.112] | Well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter |
| [01:26.491] | When I realized that it all would get harder than this |
| [01:33.677] | But I don' t believe in the surface |
| [01:40.593] | |
| [01:40.954] | We can' t see through the sheets |
| [01:46.408] | No, we are not asleep |
| [01:51.950] | And I will not be the leaves on your tree |
| [02:02.822] | |
| [02:24.935] | I am the tides |
| [02:26.689] | I' m the beggar left for dead on the side |
| [02:31.647] | And I am the walls crumbling down |
| [02:35.865] | They' re watching me fall through the windows of saints |
| [02:40.906] | They' re making me something I am not |
| [02:47.129] | |
| [03:53.085] | Your brother got killed in the snow while you slept |
| [03:58.581] | But you never grew out of the secrets you kept |
| [04:04.116] | To keep all his lightheaded hoping alive |
| [04:09.999] | Carried for miles inside of your mind |
| [04:15.254] | Now I' m writing down all of my saintly complaints |
| [04:20.864] | And pulling the strings they' ve attached to my face |
| [04:26.193] | But I' m done haunting houses and cursing at God |
| [04:31.866] | And filling up spaces with black and white fog |
| [04:37.558] | I saw my whole life in the glass on the floor |
| [04:42.813] | Well what did you think all of that shaking was for? |
| [04:48.404] | Now I' m floating downstream, chasing after my bones |
| [04:53.955] | Well I guess I grew old but I never went home |
| [05:00.531] |
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