歌曲 | Salt Water Fish |
歌手 | Ruby |
专辑 | Salt peter |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rankine, Walk | |
All I can see is what | |
I've fried | |
And all the world in your black eye. | |
I'll run in circles all the time | |
I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
And fiery like a volcano | |
I wear it like a massive halo | |
This pretty speckled length of twine | |
That's wrapped around your neck is mine. | |
A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what | |
I give to you | |
I'll run in circles all the time | |
I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
If I could taste your salty head, | |
And pick the dead hair from your eyes, | |
Let your smell the sweet despise, | |
Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, | |
Are a dead sean in my back alley, | |
How tall and wide you have to get, | |
How big and dark and badly lit, | |
And if I said | |
I did, would you believe me, | |
And I showed you gold, would you see through me | |
And if tomorrow didn't come, | |
Would you? | |
I'll run in circles all the time | |
I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
I'll run in circles all the time | |
I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
I'll run in circles all the time | |
I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head... |
zuo ci : Rankine, Walk | |
All I can see is what | |
I' ve fried | |
And all the world in your black eye. | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
And fiery like a volcano | |
I wear it like a massive halo | |
This pretty speckled length of twine | |
That' s wrapped around your neck is mine. | |
A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what | |
I give to you | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
If I could taste your salty head, | |
And pick the dead hair from your eyes, | |
Let your smell the sweet despise, | |
Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, | |
Are a dead sean in my back alley, | |
How tall and wide you have to get, | |
How big and dark and badly lit, | |
And if I said | |
I did, would you believe me, | |
And I showed you gold, would you see through me | |
And if tomorrow didn' t come, | |
Would you? | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head... |
zuò cí : Rankine, Walk | |
All I can see is what | |
I' ve fried | |
And all the world in your black eye. | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
And fiery like a volcano | |
I wear it like a massive halo | |
This pretty speckled length of twine | |
That' s wrapped around your neck is mine. | |
A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what | |
I give to you | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
If I could taste your salty head, | |
And pick the dead hair from your eyes, | |
Let your smell the sweet despise, | |
Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, | |
Are a dead sean in my back alley, | |
How tall and wide you have to get, | |
How big and dark and badly lit, | |
And if I said | |
I did, would you believe me, | |
And I showed you gold, would you see through me | |
And if tomorrow didn' t come, | |
Would you? | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head, | |
The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
I' ll run in circles all the time | |
I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
Into the room inside my head... |