California, Gracefully 歌词

	作曲 : ?, Buckley
	Two sets of taillights burn dim
	And divide stretch for miles
	Making track marks across
	What veins fail to carry
	You should have taken my keys
	While my hands were shaking
	You could have kept the dead gone
	Entombed in the soil of arms
	Raise the breathing abrasion
	With a turn of the key
	Lost motor skills and a set cruise control
	Mangled insect screams
	Through the puddles of drool
	Mainline the highway, baby
	Tie off the concrete veins
	And set the radio to
	FM love songs
	Clocked relapse defined by the rpm's of a static heart
	Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon
	Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets
	Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines
	Through the withdrawn rear view addict
	Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam
	You want me dead, you should have called me home
	Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close
	I can feel the dry heaves moisten,
	I can feel the blood withdraw
	You are my failed twelve step program
	Red light could kick this habit, needle full of junkies fuel
	Drops of blood on her fingertips
	Your arms are a deprivation chamber
	Sterile to sixty in forever flat
	Dissolve into the coast like
	John Wayne
	A hero and his heroine, damn

	zuo qu : ?, Buckley
	Two sets of taillights burn dim
	And divide stretch for miles
	Making track marks across
	What veins fail to carry
	You should have taken my keys
	While my hands were shaking
	You could have kept the dead gone
	Entombed in the soil of arms
	Raise the breathing abrasion
	With a turn of the key
	Lost motor skills and a set cruise control
	Mangled insect screams
	Through the puddles of drool
	Mainline the highway, baby
	Tie off the concrete veins
	And set the radio to
	FM love songs
	Clocked relapse defined by the rpm' s of a static heart
	Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon
	Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets
	Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines
	Through the withdrawn rear view addict
	Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam
	You want me dead, you should have called me home
	Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close
	I can feel the dry heaves moisten,
	I can feel the blood withdraw
	You are my failed twelve step program
	Red light could kick this habit, needle full of junkies fuel
	Drops of blood on her fingertips
	Your arms are a deprivation chamber
	Sterile to sixty in forever flat
	Dissolve into the coast like
	John Wayne
	A hero and his heroine, damn

	zuò qǔ : ?, Buckley
	Two sets of taillights burn dim
	And divide stretch for miles
	Making track marks across
	What veins fail to carry
	You should have taken my keys
	While my hands were shaking
	You could have kept the dead gone
	Entombed in the soil of arms
	Raise the breathing abrasion
	With a turn of the key
	Lost motor skills and a set cruise control
	Mangled insect screams
	Through the puddles of drool
	Mainline the highway, baby
	Tie off the concrete veins
	And set the radio to
	FM love songs
	Clocked relapse defined by the rpm' s of a static heart
	Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon
	Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets
	Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines
	Through the withdrawn rear view addict
	Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam
	You want me dead, you should have called me home
	Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close
	I can feel the dry heaves moisten,
	I can feel the blood withdraw
	You are my failed twelve step program
	Red light could kick this habit, needle full of junkies fuel
	Drops of blood on her fingertips
	Your arms are a deprivation chamber
	Sterile to sixty in forever flat
	Dissolve into the coast like
	John Wayne
	A hero and his heroine, damn

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