The Misfit 歌词

	作曲 : Oneida
	I banked the plane into the clouds the tundra's static surface
	Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose
	The Misfit's empty presence drags me to the earth and matter
	The sun stops my waking dream
	Much sadder, much sadder, much sadder.
	Alone among assembled souls it's later in the evening
	Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons
	He interlaced his fingers round my spine, between my ribs
	Now I know that people die by telling themselves fibs.
	Climb inside the cockpit and he's hanging on the wing
	I look away, he slides inside, I sing I sing I sing.
	Floating in the air, my body's still chained to my bed
	I wander through the walls; I wonder if I'm dead.
	Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake
	His hand is on my shoulder, squeeze until, squeeze until it breaks.

	zuo qu : Oneida
	I banked the plane into the clouds the tundra' s static surface
	Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose
	The Misfit' s empty presence drags me to the earth and matter
	The sun stops my waking dream
	Much sadder, much sadder, much sadder.
	Alone among assembled souls it' s later in the evening
	Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons
	He interlaced his fingers round my spine, between my ribs
	Now I know that people die by telling themselves fibs.
	Climb inside the cockpit and he' s hanging on the wing
	I look away, he slides inside, I sing I sing I sing.
	Floating in the air, my body' s still chained to my bed
	I wander through the walls I wonder if I' m dead.
	Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake
	His hand is on my shoulder, squeeze until, squeeze until it breaks.

	zuò qǔ : Oneida
	I banked the plane into the clouds the tundra' s static surface
	Drops beneath the spinning wheels of matter and of purpose
	The Misfit' s empty presence drags me to the earth and matter
	The sun stops my waking dream
	Much sadder, much sadder, much sadder.
	Alone among assembled souls it' s later in the evening
	Back on land and holding fast to poisons and their seasons
	He interlaced his fingers round my spine, between my ribs
	Now I know that people die by telling themselves fibs.
	Climb inside the cockpit and he' s hanging on the wing
	I look away, he slides inside, I sing I sing I sing.
	Floating in the air, my body' s still chained to my bed
	I wander through the walls I wonder if I' m dead.
	Down below I see my shadow slide across the lake
	His hand is on my shoulder, squeeze until, squeeze until it breaks.

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