作曲 : Bardainne, Ker | |
First light in the morning | |
Everything is fine | |
Staring at the ceiling | |
Casually blind | |
She's raising cats | |
Raising rats | |
Hiding from the light | |
Cats and rats | |
Skulls and bats | |
I love your epitaph | |
My love | |
Before you try to con the angels | |
You have to forget a thing or two | |
Before you start to ring the bells | |
You have to know that nothing's new | |
Oh Lord I tell you so : | |
These noisy days run slow | |
First light in the morning | |
Your shame lies in a shroud | |
They're tearing down your painting | |
Using aerograph | |
You're building houses | |
Wasting thousands | |
Hiding from your wife | |
Cats and rats | |
Skulls and bats | |
Let's eat your autograph | |
My love | |
Before you try to con the angels | |
You have to forget a thing or two | |
Before you start to ring the bells | |
You have to know that nothing's new | |
(x2) | |
(Before you're getting crucified | |
Ask for some kind of retribution) |
zuo qu : Bardainne, Ker | |
First light in the morning | |
Everything is fine | |
Staring at the ceiling | |
Casually blind | |
She' s raising cats | |
Raising rats | |
Hiding from the light | |
Cats and rats | |
Skulls and bats | |
I love your epitaph | |
My love | |
Before you try to con the angels | |
You have to forget a thing or two | |
Before you start to ring the bells | |
You have to know that nothing' s new | |
Oh Lord I tell you so nbsp: | |
These noisy days run slow | |
First light in the morning | |
Your shame lies in a shroud | |
They' re tearing down your painting | |
Using aerograph | |
You' re building houses | |
Wasting thousands | |
Hiding from your wife | |
Cats and rats | |
Skulls and bats | |
Let' s eat your autograph | |
My love | |
Before you try to con the angels | |
You have to forget a thing or two | |
Before you start to ring the bells | |
You have to know that nothing' s new | |
x2 | |
Before you' re getting crucified | |
Ask for some kind of retribution |
zuò qǔ : Bardainne, Ker | |
First light in the morning | |
Everything is fine | |
Staring at the ceiling | |
Casually blind | |
She' s raising cats | |
Raising rats | |
Hiding from the light | |
Cats and rats | |
Skulls and bats | |
I love your epitaph | |
My love | |
Before you try to con the angels | |
You have to forget a thing or two | |
Before you start to ring the bells | |
You have to know that nothing' s new | |
Oh Lord I tell you so nbsp: | |
These noisy days run slow | |
First light in the morning | |
Your shame lies in a shroud | |
They' re tearing down your painting | |
Using aerograph | |
You' re building houses | |
Wasting thousands | |
Hiding from your wife | |
Cats and rats | |
Skulls and bats | |
Let' s eat your autograph | |
My love | |
Before you try to con the angels | |
You have to forget a thing or two | |
Before you start to ring the bells | |
You have to know that nothing' s new | |
x2 | |
Before you' re getting crucified | |
Ask for some kind of retribution |