歌曲 | Solemn Show World |
歌手 | Parts & Labor |
专辑 | Receivers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Parts & Labor | |
I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue | |
Detritus of last night's songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through | |
I'm never now but here somehow the details starkly true | |
This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view | |
Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few | |
A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew | |
Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew | |
Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you | |
The weather dropping off the walls, I'm buried like the truth | |
Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse | |
Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused | |
The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew | |
Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued | |
Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued | |
A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new | |
And the droning of commuter cars | |
Hollow diners empty bars | |
A solemn show world offs itself for you | |
Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced | |
Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut | |
I've left it now but still somehow | |
I'm sitting there eroding stare | |
The blanket's cold |
zuo qu : Parts Labor | |
I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue | |
Detritus of last night' s songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through | |
I' m never now but here somehow the details starkly true | |
This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view | |
Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few | |
A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew | |
Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew | |
Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you | |
The weather dropping off the walls, I' m buried like the truth | |
Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse | |
Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused | |
The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew | |
Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued | |
Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued | |
A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new | |
And the droning of commuter cars | |
Hollow diners empty bars | |
A solemn show world offs itself for you | |
Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced | |
Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut | |
I' ve left it now but still somehow | |
I' m sitting there eroding stare | |
The blanket' s cold |
zuò qǔ : Parts Labor | |
I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue | |
Detritus of last night' s songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through | |
I' m never now but here somehow the details starkly true | |
This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view | |
Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few | |
A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew | |
Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew | |
Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you | |
The weather dropping off the walls, I' m buried like the truth | |
Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse | |
Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused | |
The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew | |
Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued | |
Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued | |
A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new | |
And the droning of commuter cars | |
Hollow diners empty bars | |
A solemn show world offs itself for you | |
Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced | |
Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut | |
I' ve left it now but still somehow | |
I' m sitting there eroding stare | |
The blanket' s cold |