歌曲 | Songbird |
歌手 | Natalie Duncan |
专辑 | Devil In Me |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It's getting much colder beyond | |
the sky's bright light | |
I see white smoke fading. | |
Upon last summer’s sun, | |
dissolving into honey I let | |
my lonely bones speak louder. | |
And I can't tell the colour | |
of your eyes, but I feel them | |
burn a fire through my skin. | |
And the rain runs up | |
and down my gutters, | |
you hang inside me, | |
build my sweet ruin. | |
Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, | |
this home wasn't made for one. | |
Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic | |
it crawls into my steel heart. | |
And the rain runs up and down my curtains, | |
with tiny feet that I long to find. | |
And I wish I knew you like I knew them, | |
you are more beautiful in the rainfall. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver | |
like black ice on my grave. | |
Ooh, ooh... | |
Its heavy in my blood | |
I am no longer light, | |
I feel lead in my chest. | |
Running by the freight trains, | |
I'm hiding with the homely | |
in their cardboard beds. | |
And I wish I had the touch | |
of your hands but I feel them | |
running a symphony. | |
And I wish I knew you | |
like I knew your songs, | |
but I'm just a wretch | |
resting on your chords. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver like | |
black ice on my grave. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver like | |
black ice on my grave. | |
You are my saving grace the songbird | |
that lands on my hand, to bring me life. | |
I want to cherish you for longer | |
than your wings will let you fly. |
It' s getting much colder beyond | |
the sky' s bright light | |
I see white smoke fading. | |
Upon last summer' s sun, | |
dissolving into honey I let | |
my lonely bones speak louder. | |
And I can' t tell the colour | |
of your eyes, but I feel them | |
burn a fire through my skin. | |
And the rain runs up | |
and down my gutters, | |
you hang inside me, | |
build my sweet ruin. | |
Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, | |
this home wasn' t made for one. | |
Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic | |
it crawls into my steel heart. | |
And the rain runs up and down my curtains, | |
with tiny feet that I long to find. | |
And I wish I knew you like I knew them, | |
you are more beautiful in the rainfall. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver | |
like black ice on my grave. | |
Ooh, ooh... | |
Its heavy in my blood | |
I am no longer light, | |
I feel lead in my chest. | |
Running by the freight trains, | |
I' m hiding with the homely | |
in their cardboard beds. | |
And I wish I had the touch | |
of your hands but I feel them | |
running a symphony. | |
And I wish I knew you | |
like I knew your songs, | |
but I' m just a wretch | |
resting on your chords. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver like | |
black ice on my grave. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver like | |
black ice on my grave. | |
You are my saving grace the songbird | |
that lands on my hand, to bring me life. | |
I want to cherish you for longer | |
than your wings will let you fly. |
It' s getting much colder beyond | |
the sky' s bright light | |
I see white smoke fading. | |
Upon last summer' s sun, | |
dissolving into honey I let | |
my lonely bones speak louder. | |
And I can' t tell the colour | |
of your eyes, but I feel them | |
burn a fire through my skin. | |
And the rain runs up | |
and down my gutters, | |
you hang inside me, | |
build my sweet ruin. | |
Dust rests on my floor and I dance on its dirt, | |
this home wasn' t made for one. | |
Winter falls upon me, so blue and icy chic | |
it crawls into my steel heart. | |
And the rain runs up and down my curtains, | |
with tiny feet that I long to find. | |
And I wish I knew you like I knew them, | |
you are more beautiful in the rainfall. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver | |
like black ice on my grave. | |
Ooh, ooh... | |
Its heavy in my blood | |
I am no longer light, | |
I feel lead in my chest. | |
Running by the freight trains, | |
I' m hiding with the homely | |
in their cardboard beds. | |
And I wish I had the touch | |
of your hands but I feel them | |
running a symphony. | |
And I wish I knew you | |
like I knew your songs, | |
but I' m just a wretch | |
resting on your chords. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver like | |
black ice on my grave. | |
There is solitude on the river, | |
she mirrors the dark folk and the haze. | |
You run through me and I shiver like | |
black ice on my grave. | |
You are my saving grace the songbird | |
that lands on my hand, to bring me life. | |
I want to cherish you for longer | |
than your wings will let you fly. |