作曲 : Baker | |
Dying bumble bee. | |
Sa ramu sel cumas. | |
Just come back home to me. | |
No the snow, it can't go. | |
No the snow, it can't go. | |
But leave it up to me | |
to chase you off. | |
I'll tie my gloves to my wrists | |
and wear real big boots. | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
Where are your eyes? | |
Where are your eyes? | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
Where are your eyes? | |
Where are your eyes? | |
The deeper I dig this mine, | |
the walls will begin to shine, | |
and nothing will ever leave this room. | |
Oh, and when nothing I find, | |
I will be the first to die. | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
How could you send me out here? | |
You crazy, old... | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
Sel cumas |
zuo qu : Baker | |
Dying bumble bee. | |
Sa ramu sel cumas. | |
Just come back home to me. | |
No the snow, it can' t go. | |
No the snow, it can' t go. | |
But leave it up to me | |
to chase you off. | |
I' ll tie my gloves to my wrists | |
and wear real big boots. | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
Where are your eyes? | |
Where are your eyes? | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
Where are your eyes? | |
Where are your eyes? | |
The deeper I dig this mine, | |
the walls will begin to shine, | |
and nothing will ever leave this room. | |
Oh, and when nothing I find, | |
I will be the first to die. | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
How could you send me out here? | |
You crazy, old... | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
Sel cumas |
zuò qǔ : Baker | |
Dying bumble bee. | |
Sa ramu sel cumas. | |
Just come back home to me. | |
No the snow, it can' t go. | |
No the snow, it can' t go. | |
But leave it up to me | |
to chase you off. | |
I' ll tie my gloves to my wrists | |
and wear real big boots. | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
Where are your eyes? | |
Where are your eyes? | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
Where are your eyes? | |
Where are your eyes? | |
The deeper I dig this mine, | |
the walls will begin to shine, | |
and nothing will ever leave this room. | |
Oh, and when nothing I find, | |
I will be the first to die. | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
You crazy, old bitch. | |
How could you send me out here? | |
You crazy, old... | |
Well, at least I found my sanity. | |
Sel cumas |