歌曲 | Knowledge Don't Know |
歌手 | Love Supreme |
专辑 | Love Supreme |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jean Baptiste Morice | |
作曲 : Jean Baptiste Morice/Kenzo Roz | |
On your tambourine lips | |
I thrill my soul | |
And I open the the doors | |
Of my back | |
Knowledge don’t know | |
Knowledge, don’t know | |
I kiss your forehead | |
Like time’s mirror | |
Cause where I’m going now | |
I don’t know nothing no more | |
Knowledge don’t know | |
Knowledge, don’t know | |
The sky is a square without memory | |
My heart turned back to mud | |
Now you stop chasing me | |
And now you free the light | |
I locked up in the father’s vice | |
And now i’m crying | |
In front of that painting of glass | |
Knowledge don’t know | |
Knowledge, don’t know | |
Knowledge, don’t know | |
Knowledge, don’t know |
zuo ci : Jean Baptiste Morice | |
zuo qu : Jean Baptiste Morice Kenzo Roz | |
On your tambourine lips | |
I thrill my soul | |
And I open the the doors | |
Of my back | |
Knowledge don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
I kiss your forehead | |
Like time' s mirror | |
Cause where I' m going now | |
I don' t know nothing no more | |
Knowledge don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
The sky is a square without memory | |
My heart turned back to mud | |
Now you stop chasing me | |
And now you free the light | |
I locked up in the father' s vice | |
And now i' m crying | |
In front of that painting of glass | |
Knowledge don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know |
zuò cí : Jean Baptiste Morice | |
zuò qǔ : Jean Baptiste Morice Kenzo Roz | |
On your tambourine lips | |
I thrill my soul | |
And I open the the doors | |
Of my back | |
Knowledge don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
I kiss your forehead | |
Like time' s mirror | |
Cause where I' m going now | |
I don' t know nothing no more | |
Knowledge don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
The sky is a square without memory | |
My heart turned back to mud | |
Now you stop chasing me | |
And now you free the light | |
I locked up in the father' s vice | |
And now i' m crying | |
In front of that painting of glass | |
Knowledge don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know | |
Knowledge, don' t know |