歌曲 | Sevengill (Notorynchus Cepedianus) |
歌手 | Giant Squid |
专辑 | The Ichthyologist |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
Down here I wait with all my benthic friends | |
Underneath the gate listening to lives end | |
Those with seven gills will investigate each thunderous crash and corresponding shape | |
In great detail, I described you to them | |
In case the bridge is how you choose to end | |
I'd like to have some last words with you before you end up on the Farallone's rocky shores | |
Where the real beasts await to have their way | |
With all the failures washed out from the bay | |
A hundred years have past since just last autumn | |
Please come to the bay, see who now lives on the bottom | |
I'd like to have some last words before I forget how to walk upon these muddy shores and entirely cease to breathe like a man | |
Seeing things only with the tips of my hands | |
My heart is crushed by the jaws of regret | |
Upon knowing where you now make your bed | |
The depths at which I've chained to you | |
I pray those shackles eventually rust through | |
Held under by chiton like lies | |
Amongst the corpses | |
I'll never surface | |
Debris bouncing off my hide | |
Covered in detritus I've lost purpose | |
What comfort lies in years of hating me? | |
Haven't you in some way found a rare peace? | |
Please realize your very soul's at stake you're still a man and I was just a tool of fate | |
Your bite marks riddled my soul | |
It got damn cold with all those holes | |
So I left it on shore for all the gulls | |
Take it | |
There wasn't much left | |
Take it | |
But it's all yours | |
Take it |
zuo qu : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
Down here I wait with all my benthic friends | |
Underneath the gate listening to lives end | |
Those with seven gills will investigate each thunderous crash and corresponding shape | |
In great detail, I described you to them | |
In case the bridge is how you choose to end | |
I' d like to have some last words with you before you end up on the Farallone' s rocky shores | |
Where the real beasts await to have their way | |
With all the failures washed out from the bay | |
A hundred years have past since just last autumn | |
Please come to the bay, see who now lives on the bottom | |
I' d like to have some last words before I forget how to walk upon these muddy shores and entirely cease to breathe like a man | |
Seeing things only with the tips of my hands | |
My heart is crushed by the jaws of regret | |
Upon knowing where you now make your bed | |
The depths at which I' ve chained to you | |
I pray those shackles eventually rust through | |
Held under by chiton like lies | |
Amongst the corpses | |
I' ll never surface | |
Debris bouncing off my hide | |
Covered in detritus I' ve lost purpose | |
What comfort lies in years of hating me? | |
Haven' t you in some way found a rare peace? | |
Please realize your very soul' s at stake you' re still a man and I was just a tool of fate | |
Your bite marks riddled my soul | |
It got damn cold with all those holes | |
So I left it on shore for all the gulls | |
Take it | |
There wasn' t much left | |
Take it | |
But it' s all yours | |
Take it |
zuò qǔ : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
Down here I wait with all my benthic friends | |
Underneath the gate listening to lives end | |
Those with seven gills will investigate each thunderous crash and corresponding shape | |
In great detail, I described you to them | |
In case the bridge is how you choose to end | |
I' d like to have some last words with you before you end up on the Farallone' s rocky shores | |
Where the real beasts await to have their way | |
With all the failures washed out from the bay | |
A hundred years have past since just last autumn | |
Please come to the bay, see who now lives on the bottom | |
I' d like to have some last words before I forget how to walk upon these muddy shores and entirely cease to breathe like a man | |
Seeing things only with the tips of my hands | |
My heart is crushed by the jaws of regret | |
Upon knowing where you now make your bed | |
The depths at which I' ve chained to you | |
I pray those shackles eventually rust through | |
Held under by chiton like lies | |
Amongst the corpses | |
I' ll never surface | |
Debris bouncing off my hide | |
Covered in detritus I' ve lost purpose | |
What comfort lies in years of hating me? | |
Haven' t you in some way found a rare peace? | |
Please realize your very soul' s at stake you' re still a man and I was just a tool of fate | |
Your bite marks riddled my soul | |
It got damn cold with all those holes | |
So I left it on shore for all the gulls | |
Take it | |
There wasn' t much left | |
Take it | |
But it' s all yours | |
Take it |