歌曲 | A Place Not So Unkind |
歌手 | Firewater |
专辑 | The Golden Hour |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : A | |
Things falling out of the sky | |
A woman with stones in her eyes | |
Here's hoping that she may find | |
Some asylum to hole up inside | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Tears breaking waves on a beach | |
Crumbling walls which had never been breached | |
And only the lucky may find | |
Some high ground to wait out the tide | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Yes here's hoping that they may find | |
Some shelter to crawl in and hide | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Faces melting like wax in the heat | |
People dying like dogs in the street | |
And love is a word in the sand | |
That a wave wipes away with her hand | |
And the ocean just don't understand | |
So here's hoping that we may find | |
Some asylum to hold up inside | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Someday, somewhere down the line | |
A place to be free in our minds | |
A world which is not so unkind |
zuo qu : A | |
Things falling out of the sky | |
A woman with stones in her eyes | |
Here' s hoping that she may find | |
Some asylum to hole up inside | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Tears breaking waves on a beach | |
Crumbling walls which had never been breached | |
And only the lucky may find | |
Some high ground to wait out the tide | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Yes here' s hoping that they may find | |
Some shelter to crawl in and hide | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Faces melting like wax in the heat | |
People dying like dogs in the street | |
And love is a word in the sand | |
That a wave wipes away with her hand | |
And the ocean just don' t understand | |
So here' s hoping that we may find | |
Some asylum to hold up inside | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Someday, somewhere down the line | |
A place to be free in our minds | |
A world which is not so unkind |
zuò qǔ : A | |
Things falling out of the sky | |
A woman with stones in her eyes | |
Here' s hoping that she may find | |
Some asylum to hole up inside | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Tears breaking waves on a beach | |
Crumbling walls which had never been breached | |
And only the lucky may find | |
Some high ground to wait out the tide | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Yes here' s hoping that they may find | |
Some shelter to crawl in and hide | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Faces melting like wax in the heat | |
People dying like dogs in the street | |
And love is a word in the sand | |
That a wave wipes away with her hand | |
And the ocean just don' t understand | |
So here' s hoping that we may find | |
Some asylum to hold up inside | |
A place which is not so unkind | |
Someday, somewhere down the line | |
A place to be free in our minds | |
A world which is not so unkind |