Ink 歌词
| 歌曲 | Ink |
| 歌手 | Finch |
| 专辑 | Say Hello To Sunshine |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Finch | |
| 作词 : Finch | |
| I climbed the mountaintop | |
| I saw the bottom drop | |
| I'm clinging to driftwood | |
| I swim in a deep world | |
| Words unspoken | |
| Seem so foreign | |
| Have you heard this one? | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| "Another way out" | |
| "Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| Fang bite, tarantula | |
| Taste of my symptoms | |
| Gasoline and a pistol | |
| Blood filling the bathtub | |
| Swollen eyelids | |
| Baffled by this | |
| Tell us what you see | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| "Another way out" | |
| "Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| I've bit my lip for the last time | |
| The fog lifts up for the blind | |
| Free of body, free of mind | |
| I'll build my mold up, rest inside | |
| Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells "my blood." | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| "Another way out" | |
| "Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| Ink spills on paper (Ink spills on paper) | |
| Paper spells "my blood." (Paper spells "my blood.") | |
| Ink spills on paper (Ink spills on paper) | |
| Paper spells "my blood." |
| zuo qu : Finch | |
| zuo ci : Finch | |
| I climbed the mountaintop | |
| I saw the bottom drop | |
| I' m clinging to driftwood | |
| I swim in a deep world | |
| Words unspoken | |
| Seem so foreign | |
| Have you heard this one? | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| " Another way out" | |
| " Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| Fang bite, tarantula | |
| Taste of my symptoms | |
| Gasoline and a pistol | |
| Blood filling the bathtub | |
| Swollen eyelids | |
| Baffled by this | |
| Tell us what you see | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| " Another way out" | |
| " Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| I' ve bit my lip for the last time | |
| The fog lifts up for the blind | |
| Free of body, free of mind | |
| I' ll build my mold up, rest inside | |
| Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells " my blood." | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| " Another way out" | |
| " Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| Ink spills on paper Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells " my blood." Paper spells " my blood." | |
| Ink spills on paper Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells " my blood." |
| zuò qǔ : Finch | |
| zuò cí : Finch | |
| I climbed the mountaintop | |
| I saw the bottom drop | |
| I' m clinging to driftwood | |
| I swim in a deep world | |
| Words unspoken | |
| Seem so foreign | |
| Have you heard this one? | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| " Another way out" | |
| " Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| Fang bite, tarantula | |
| Taste of my symptoms | |
| Gasoline and a pistol | |
| Blood filling the bathtub | |
| Swollen eyelids | |
| Baffled by this | |
| Tell us what you see | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| " Another way out" | |
| " Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| I' ve bit my lip for the last time | |
| The fog lifts up for the blind | |
| Free of body, free of mind | |
| I' ll build my mold up, rest inside | |
| Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells " my blood." | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands | |
| " Another way out" | |
| " Another way out" | |
| The army ants have escaped | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| The hair on the back of your neck stands up | |
| Ink runs into my cup | |
| I sip epiphany | |
| Ink spills on paper Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells " my blood." Paper spells " my blood." | |
| Ink spills on paper Ink spills on paper | |
| Paper spells " my blood." |
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