作词 : Mould | |
Mystified, fire red sky / Sundown fog lifts up and down | |
Feel my head get trapped inside a tangle of wires | |
Fighting with the undertow / Smelling salts and ocean sand | |
Crack the sunset safety glass another day / I could never trouble you to stay | |
Crack the sunset safety glass another day / Yellow ball is fading away | |
Come down from the second floor / My familiar memory | |
Devil jumping from the ledge consume my soul | |
Faster round the roller rink / Smell of meat and suicide | |
Guides me nearer to dementia |
zuo ci : Mould | |
Mystified, fire red sky Sundown fog lifts up and down | |
Feel my head get trapped inside a tangle of wires | |
Fighting with the undertow Smelling salts and ocean sand | |
Crack the sunset safety glass another day I could never trouble you to stay | |
Crack the sunset safety glass another day Yellow ball is fading away | |
Come down from the second floor My familiar memory | |
Devil jumping from the ledge consume my soul | |
Faster round the roller rink Smell of meat and suicide | |
Guides me nearer to dementia |
zuò cí : Mould | |
Mystified, fire red sky Sundown fog lifts up and down | |
Feel my head get trapped inside a tangle of wires | |
Fighting with the undertow Smelling salts and ocean sand | |
Crack the sunset safety glass another day I could never trouble you to stay | |
Crack the sunset safety glass another day Yellow ball is fading away | |
Come down from the second floor My familiar memory | |
Devil jumping from the ledge consume my soul | |
Faster round the roller rink Smell of meat and suicide | |
Guides me nearer to dementia |