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Snow Drums

	作词 : Cooper, Drums
	Three on the backseat as we drive home from rehearsal
	There's snow on the drums
	The snare shudders like a cold ghost between my mittens
	In the trunk, guitars slide like dead over dead
	It's stopped snowing
	We think we see foxes
	I breathe a canvas on the window to write your name on the landscape
	The sky is a grey flint from coast to coast with birds frozen in
	Magic Trees share the dashboard with a Playdoh Jesus
	Grapelli and Reinhardt lock horns on the radio
	I draw a black skull on my jeans, not thinking, through to the skin
	The headlamps come on at five
	I miss you bad

	zuò cí : Cooper, Drums
	Three on the backseat as we drive home from rehearsal
	There' s snow on the drums
	The snare shudders like a cold ghost between my mittens
	In the trunk, guitars slide like dead over dead
	It' s stopped snowing
	We think we see foxes
	I breathe a canvas on the window to write your name on the landscape
	The sky is a grey flint from coast to coast with birds frozen in
	Magic Trees share the dashboard with a Playdoh Jesus
	Grapelli and Reinhardt lock horns on the radio
	I draw a black skull on my jeans, not thinking, through to the skin
	The headlamps come on at five
	I miss you bad