歌曲 | Bones In The Water |
歌手 | Battle of Mice |
专辑 | A Day Of Nights |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Christmas, Graham | |
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs | |
I lickmy lips | |
But dont be upset, its the only way I know how | |
To show you that I really care | |
I lie to you every chance I get | |
And I make it just close enough to the truth | |
That you go for it every time | |
But dont misunderstand | |
I leave fingerprints outside your window | |
In the shapes of positive messages | |
Ive got a present for you | |
Its made from pieces of my skin | |
Trailing slices of pale light | |
Thread and needle closing in | |
Raking window from the pane | |
And ready to commit | |
Sway back through gray beams of slate | |
On fingers cold and thin |
zuo qu : Christmas, Graham | |
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs | |
I lickmy lips | |
But dont be upset, its the only way I know how | |
To show you that I really care | |
I lie to you every chance I get | |
And I make it just close enough to the truth | |
That you go for it every time | |
But dont misunderstand | |
I leave fingerprints outside your window | |
In the shapes of positive messages | |
Ive got a present for you | |
Its made from pieces of my skin | |
Trailing slices of pale light | |
Thread and needle closing in | |
Raking window from the pane | |
And ready to commit | |
Sway back through gray beams of slate | |
On fingers cold and thin |
zuò qǔ : Christmas, Graham | |
Every time I think of pushing you down the stairs | |
I lickmy lips | |
But dont be upset, its the only way I know how | |
To show you that I really care | |
I lie to you every chance I get | |
And I make it just close enough to the truth | |
That you go for it every time | |
But dont misunderstand | |
I leave fingerprints outside your window | |
In the shapes of positive messages | |
Ive got a present for you | |
Its made from pieces of my skin | |
Trailing slices of pale light | |
Thread and needle closing in | |
Raking window from the pane | |
And ready to commit | |
Sway back through gray beams of slate | |
On fingers cold and thin |