歌曲 | A Small Spark vs. A Great Forest |
歌手 | Norma Jean |
专辑 | Redeemer |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Norma Jean | |
What did you say? Don't speak | |
You nailed down all your words on me | |
It felt like a blind guide | |
Leading me into quicksand | |
Fight fair, fight fair | |
But all you hear is noise | |
Fight fair. Fight fair! | |
I've earthed this seed so many times | |
Deeply held in this skin of bark | |
Branches made of ash and | |
Forests born aflame | |
Restless and full of poison | |
Shattered by a sea of dialogue | |
Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth | |
With words like a beggar, that don't speak, that don't speak | |
Crouched and bent out of shape | |
Rip this tongue out by the root | |
And shake, shake these walls of this pale grave | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
Open grave from which a great | |
Forest will rise | |
The fire collapses | |
The corpses I've made | |
This should not be | |
Oh how we curse | |
The tongue is a flame | |
Let there be Grace | |
With words like a beggar, with words like a beggar | |
That don't speak, that don't speak | |
That don't speak, that don't speak | |
Don't speak | |
Rip this tongue out by the root | |
And shake these walls | |
Shake these walls of this pale grave | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
Fight fair! |
zuo qu : Norma Jean | |
What did you say? Don' t speak | |
You nailed down all your words on me | |
It felt like a blind guide | |
Leading me into quicksand | |
Fight fair, fight fair | |
But all you hear is noise | |
Fight fair. Fight fair! | |
I' ve earthed this seed so many times | |
Deeply held in this skin of bark | |
Branches made of ash and | |
Forests born aflame | |
Restless and full of poison | |
Shattered by a sea of dialogue | |
Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth | |
With words like a beggar, that don' t speak, that don' t speak | |
Crouched and bent out of shape | |
Rip this tongue out by the root | |
And shake, shake these walls of this pale grave | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
Open grave from which a great | |
Forest will rise | |
The fire collapses | |
The corpses I' ve made | |
This should not be | |
Oh how we curse | |
The tongue is a flame | |
Let there be Grace | |
With words like a beggar, with words like a beggar | |
That don' t speak, that don' t speak | |
That don' t speak, that don' t speak | |
Don' t speak | |
Rip this tongue out by the root | |
And shake these walls | |
Shake these walls of this pale grave | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
Fight fair! |
zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
What did you say? Don' t speak | |
You nailed down all your words on me | |
It felt like a blind guide | |
Leading me into quicksand | |
Fight fair, fight fair | |
But all you hear is noise | |
Fight fair. Fight fair! | |
I' ve earthed this seed so many times | |
Deeply held in this skin of bark | |
Branches made of ash and | |
Forests born aflame | |
Restless and full of poison | |
Shattered by a sea of dialogue | |
Rabid speech, like dogs with teeth | |
With words like a beggar, that don' t speak, that don' t speak | |
Crouched and bent out of shape | |
Rip this tongue out by the root | |
And shake, shake these walls of this pale grave | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
Open grave from which a great | |
Forest will rise | |
The fire collapses | |
The corpses I' ve made | |
This should not be | |
Oh how we curse | |
The tongue is a flame | |
Let there be Grace | |
With words like a beggar, with words like a beggar | |
That don' t speak, that don' t speak | |
That don' t speak, that don' t speak | |
Don' t speak | |
Rip this tongue out by the root | |
And shake these walls | |
Shake these walls of this pale grave | |
A blaze, a blaze | |
Is set upon the hills | |
Fight fair! |