歌曲 | Blood From A Beating Heart |
歌手 | Primitive Radio Gods |
专辑 | White Hot Peach |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McAuliffe, Sparks | |
she can't dig holes with a shovelshe won't shake hands with the deviland when she's caught in the middleshe pulls away and it feels[chorus]like a north wind breezin' your body againlike a slow day makin' it's way in the darkto a mouth where the feelings startrushing out like the blood from a beating heartshe holds the neck of the bottleher every thought is a riddleyou try to rise to the levelyou sink back down and it feels[chorus]a strange and delicate creaturewho only lives if you love herinvites you to swim in her riverand leaves you under the earth[chorus]like a north windlike a slow sayto a mouth where the feelings startrushing out like the blood from a beating heart. |
zuo ci : McAuliffe, Sparks | |
she can' t dig holes with a shovelshe won' t shake hands with the deviland when she' s caught in the middleshe pulls away and it feels chorus like a north wind breezin' your body againlike a slow day makin' it' s way in the darkto a mouth where the feelings startrushing out like the blood from a beating heartshe holds the neck of the bottleher every thought is a riddleyou try to rise to the levelyou sink back down and it feels chorus a strange and delicate creaturewho only lives if you love herinvites you to swim in her riverand leaves you under the earth chorus like a north windlike a slow sayto a mouth where the feelings startrushing out like the blood from a beating heart. |
zuò cí : McAuliffe, Sparks | |
she can' t dig holes with a shovelshe won' t shake hands with the deviland when she' s caught in the middleshe pulls away and it feels chorus like a north wind breezin' your body againlike a slow day makin' it' s way in the darkto a mouth where the feelings startrushing out like the blood from a beating heartshe holds the neck of the bottleher every thought is a riddleyou try to rise to the levelyou sink back down and it feels chorus a strange and delicate creaturewho only lives if you love herinvites you to swim in her riverand leaves you under the earth chorus like a north windlike a slow sayto a mouth where the feelings startrushing out like the blood from a beating heart. |