歌曲 | The Awkward Wind Wheel |
歌手 | Kayo Dot |
专辑 | Blue Lambency Downward |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Driver | |
The wooden lookout seven stories high | |
The steeple at the top it won't stop singing | |
Singing singing singing | |
It's got a rigid rule number one | |
It's to keep the bodies living | |
The last crooked sign to bend to the way trees are growing | |
The usual size of a growth that's been trying | |
For several hundred thousand seconds | |
Allows you to drop from the eaves to the leaves in only several hundred thousand seconds | |
You almost can see the fearless machine milling blindly | |
Beneath the calamity looming when the sun goes down | |
We hope the clouds stop bouncing each other off the mountains | |
We hope the wooden lookout has a gutter it can use | |
Ear to the ground alone where the edge of the day was | |
The valley clicking to the tape already rolling | |
Makes me want to turn the violin down | |
This wind wheel won't stop spinning | |
This damned wind wheel won't stop spinning around |
zuo qu : Driver | |
The wooden lookout seven stories high | |
The steeple at the top it won' t stop singing | |
Singing singing singing | |
It' s got a rigid rule number one | |
It' s to keep the bodies living | |
The last crooked sign to bend to the way trees are growing | |
The usual size of a growth that' s been trying | |
For several hundred thousand seconds | |
Allows you to drop from the eaves to the leaves in only several hundred thousand seconds | |
You almost can see the fearless machine milling blindly | |
Beneath the calamity looming when the sun goes down | |
We hope the clouds stop bouncing each other off the mountains | |
We hope the wooden lookout has a gutter it can use | |
Ear to the ground alone where the edge of the day was | |
The valley clicking to the tape already rolling | |
Makes me want to turn the violin down | |
This wind wheel won' t stop spinning | |
This damned wind wheel won' t stop spinning around |
zuò qǔ : Driver | |
The wooden lookout seven stories high | |
The steeple at the top it won' t stop singing | |
Singing singing singing | |
It' s got a rigid rule number one | |
It' s to keep the bodies living | |
The last crooked sign to bend to the way trees are growing | |
The usual size of a growth that' s been trying | |
For several hundred thousand seconds | |
Allows you to drop from the eaves to the leaves in only several hundred thousand seconds | |
You almost can see the fearless machine milling blindly | |
Beneath the calamity looming when the sun goes down | |
We hope the clouds stop bouncing each other off the mountains | |
We hope the wooden lookout has a gutter it can use | |
Ear to the ground alone where the edge of the day was | |
The valley clicking to the tape already rolling | |
Makes me want to turn the violin down | |
This wind wheel won' t stop spinning | |
This damned wind wheel won' t stop spinning around |