Variations on the Grand National Championships 歌词

歌曲	Variations on the Grand National Championships
歌手	Hallelujah the Hills
专辑	Colonial Drones
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Walsh
	I can see you in my telescope
	that punctures time like a needle through paper
	you're washing dishes during the civil war
	as your husband's stabbing your dad
	they never met so it's not even realized
	how heavy truly the moment
	and in the present in a shopping line
	my sugar refuses to scan
	oh, the time has come
	to crash right through the gates of ivory towers
	we must find a way
	to topple all the thrones
	you were right this light it comes from the night
	and takes the shame out of being so latent
	everything that's been scheduled for you
	you call random and sleep through your days
	so you invest in every angle and hinge
	hoping there's something to swing from or hide in
	but now there's nothing but a precipice
	and an old song to sing through the night
	oh, the time has come
	to crash right through the gates of ivory towers
	we must find a way
	to topple all the thrones
	oh the time has come!
	oh the time has come!
	can we quake these tectonic plates?
	can it shake the street that you live on?
	portraits tumble to the hardwood floor
	leaving dents and impressions of me
	I fall asleep on an empty highway
	as my truck crashes into the woodlands
	my feet are caught but I reach the flare gun
	shoot it off but it's the 4th of July

	zuo qu : Walsh
	I can see you in my telescope
	that punctures time like a needle through paper
	you' re washing dishes during the civil war
	as your husband' s stabbing your dad
	they never met so it' s not even realized
	how heavy truly the moment
	and in the present in a shopping line
	my sugar refuses to scan
	oh, the time has come
	to crash right through the gates of ivory towers
	we must find a way
	to topple all the thrones
	you were right this light it comes from the night
	and takes the shame out of being so latent
	everything that' s been scheduled for you
	you call random and sleep through your days
	so you invest in every angle and hinge
	hoping there' s something to swing from or hide in
	but now there' s nothing but a precipice
	and an old song to sing through the night
	oh, the time has come
	to crash right through the gates of ivory towers
	we must find a way
	to topple all the thrones
	oh the time has come!
	oh the time has come!
	can we quake these tectonic plates?
	can it shake the street that you live on?
	portraits tumble to the hardwood floor
	leaving dents and impressions of me
	I fall asleep on an empty highway
	as my truck crashes into the woodlands
	my feet are caught but I reach the flare gun
	shoot it off but it' s the 4th of July

	zuò qǔ : Walsh
	I can see you in my telescope
	that punctures time like a needle through paper
	you' re washing dishes during the civil war
	as your husband' s stabbing your dad
	they never met so it' s not even realized
	how heavy truly the moment
	and in the present in a shopping line
	my sugar refuses to scan
	oh, the time has come
	to crash right through the gates of ivory towers
	we must find a way
	to topple all the thrones
	you were right this light it comes from the night
	and takes the shame out of being so latent
	everything that' s been scheduled for you
	you call random and sleep through your days
	so you invest in every angle and hinge
	hoping there' s something to swing from or hide in
	but now there' s nothing but a precipice
	and an old song to sing through the night
	oh, the time has come
	to crash right through the gates of ivory towers
	we must find a way
	to topple all the thrones
	oh the time has come!
	oh the time has come!
	can we quake these tectonic plates?
	can it shake the street that you live on?
	portraits tumble to the hardwood floor
	leaving dents and impressions of me
	I fall asleep on an empty highway
	as my truck crashes into the woodlands
	my feet are caught but I reach the flare gun
	shoot it off but it' s the 4th of July

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