歌曲 | Spitting Wind |
歌手 | Front Line Assembly |
歌手 | Chris Connelly |
专辑 | Wake up the Coma |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Bill Leeb/Rhys Fulber/Chris Connelly/Jared Slingerland/Craig Johnsen/Sasha Keevil |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Bill Leeb/Rhys Fulber/Chris Connelly/Jared Slingerland/Craig Johnsen/Sasha Keevil |
[00:42.66] | Replacing all the air |
[00:43.98] | You replace until there's nothing there |
[00:45.98] | You makeshift suffocate |
[00:47.69] | The words before the meaning |
[00:49.20] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[00:56.51] | Replacing all the air |
[00:57.98] | You replace until there's nothing there |
[01:00.04] | You makeshift suffocate |
[01:01.83] | The words before the meaning |
[01:03.00] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[01:11.19] | Replacing all the air |
[01:13.64] | You replace until there's nothing there |
[01:14.20] | You makeshift suffocate |
[01:15.92] | The words before the meaning |
[01:17.46] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[01:33.41] | The voice is a stream of pain |
[01:37.96] | Like from a falling plane |
[01:41.74] | Revolves round the world again |
[01:47.37] | The texture still isn't right |
[01:51.81] | Cowers from a hunter's light |
[01:55.76] | Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight |
[02:01.05] | |
[02:15.85] | To rest here is asinine |
[02:20.11] | Between electric lines |
[02:23.96] | Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone |
[02:30.36] | |
[02:44.29] | We trawl through shame |
[02:47.54] | Through lover's names |
[02:51.04] | Through the backlit scars |
[02:54.36] | Through the frigid wars |
[02:58.10] | And we burn the crimes (and we burn our crimes) |
[03:01.46] | Between electric lines (between electric lines) |
[03:05.28] | Say a prayer for nothing (say a prayer for nothing) |
[03:08.67] | Take a dance for nothing (Take a dance for nothing) |
[03:12.34] | Here I am a ghost (here I am a ghost) |
[03:15.63] | A shadow lingering (yes it's lingering) |
[03:19.37] | I am toxic host (just a toxic host) |
[03:22.66] | No sense imagining (imagining) |
[03:26.72] | |
[03:35.05] | The voice is a shock to you |
[03:39.38] | All made of ice, and through |
[03:43.20] | The pages wet with no-one's story never true |
[03:49.46] | It climbs through your open pores |
[03:53.87] | Behind your distant doors |
[03:57.33] | Distorts the age you never claimed |
[04:00.69] | That was your own |
[04:03.70] | The frayed pages hide the end therein, |
[04:08.91] | The plot descends |
[04:11.57] | To whispers |
[04:12.76] | Barely heard above the spitting wind |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
[00:42.66] | Replacing all the air |
[00:43.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
[00:45.98] | You makeshift suffocate |
[00:47.69] | The words before the meaning |
[00:49.20] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[00:56.51] | Replacing all the air |
[00:57.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
[01:00.04] | You makeshift suffocate |
[01:01.83] | The words before the meaning |
[01:03.00] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[01:11.19] | Replacing all the air |
[01:13.64] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
[01:14.20] | You makeshift suffocate |
[01:15.92] | The words before the meaning |
[01:17.46] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[01:33.41] | The voice is a stream of pain |
[01:37.96] | Like from a falling plane |
[01:41.74] | Revolves round the world again |
[01:47.37] | The texture still isn' t right |
[01:51.81] | Cowers from a hunter' s light |
[01:55.76] | Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight |
[02:01.05] | |
[02:15.85] | To rest here is asinine |
[02:20.11] | Between electric lines |
[02:23.96] | Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone |
[02:30.36] | |
[02:44.29] | We trawl through shame |
[02:47.54] | Through lover' s names |
[02:51.04] | Through the backlit scars |
[02:54.36] | Through the frigid wars |
[02:58.10] | And we burn the crimes and we burn our crimes |
[03:01.46] | Between electric lines between electric lines |
[03:05.28] | Say a prayer for nothing say a prayer for nothing |
[03:08.67] | Take a dance for nothing Take a dance for nothing |
[03:12.34] | Here I am a ghost here I am a ghost |
[03:15.63] | A shadow lingering yes it' s lingering |
[03:19.37] | I am toxic host just a toxic host |
[03:22.66] | No sense imagining imagining |
[03:26.72] | |
[03:35.05] | The voice is a shock to you |
[03:39.38] | All made of ice, and through |
[03:43.20] | The pages wet with noone' s story never true |
[03:49.46] | It climbs through your open pores |
[03:53.87] | Behind your distant doors |
[03:57.33] | Distorts the age you never claimed |
[04:00.69] | That was your own |
[04:03.70] | The frayed pages hide the end therein, |
[04:08.91] | The plot descends |
[04:11.57] | To whispers |
[04:12.76] | Barely heard above the spitting wind |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Bill Leeb Rhys Fulber Chris Connelly Jared Slingerland Craig Johnsen Sasha Keevil |
[00:42.66] | Replacing all the air |
[00:43.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
[00:45.98] | You makeshift suffocate |
[00:47.69] | The words before the meaning |
[00:49.20] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[00:56.51] | Replacing all the air |
[00:57.98] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
[01:00.04] | You makeshift suffocate |
[01:01.83] | The words before the meaning |
[01:03.00] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[01:11.19] | Replacing all the air |
[01:13.64] | You replace until there' s nothing there |
[01:14.20] | You makeshift suffocate |
[01:15.92] | The words before the meaning |
[01:17.46] | Then the voice is heard, oh, the voice is heard |
[01:33.41] | The voice is a stream of pain |
[01:37.96] | Like from a falling plane |
[01:41.74] | Revolves round the world again |
[01:47.37] | The texture still isn' t right |
[01:51.81] | Cowers from a hunter' s light |
[01:55.76] | Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight |
[02:01.05] | |
[02:15.85] | To rest here is asinine |
[02:20.11] | Between electric lines |
[02:23.96] | Forgive me: instantly chilled to the bone |
[02:30.36] | |
[02:44.29] | We trawl through shame |
[02:47.54] | Through lover' s names |
[02:51.04] | Through the backlit scars |
[02:54.36] | Through the frigid wars |
[02:58.10] | And we burn the crimes and we burn our crimes |
[03:01.46] | Between electric lines between electric lines |
[03:05.28] | Say a prayer for nothing say a prayer for nothing |
[03:08.67] | Take a dance for nothing Take a dance for nothing |
[03:12.34] | Here I am a ghost here I am a ghost |
[03:15.63] | A shadow lingering yes it' s lingering |
[03:19.37] | I am toxic host just a toxic host |
[03:22.66] | No sense imagining imagining |
[03:26.72] | |
[03:35.05] | The voice is a shock to you |
[03:39.38] | All made of ice, and through |
[03:43.20] | The pages wet with noone' s story never true |
[03:49.46] | It climbs through your open pores |
[03:53.87] | Behind your distant doors |
[03:57.33] | Distorts the age you never claimed |
[04:00.69] | That was your own |
[04:03.70] | The frayed pages hide the end therein, |
[04:08.91] | The plot descends |
[04:11.57] | To whispers |
[04:12.76] | Barely heard above the spitting wind |