歌曲 | Red Headed Butterflies |
歌手 | Stephen Brodsky |
专辑 | Octave Museum |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brodsky | |
Calling out for wonders | |
Everywhere to pour yourselves | |
Into the flask we hold up high within our hands | |
Please, go on, continue | |
To amaze, distilling as we marvel | |
How its pretty colors now expand | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won't lift off the ground | |
Calling out to saviors | |
Everywhere, to launch yourselves | |
Into the skies far up above our boring homes | |
Please, go on, continue | |
To display a new belief so | |
Our lonely inner drones fall to sleep | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won't lift off the ground | |
Calling out for martyrs | |
Everywhere, perhaps in all of us | |
There's dreams which I am convinced are of dying | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won't touch your ground | |
And reach for some miracle | |
No matter how hysterical | |
It maybe sounds | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won't touch the ground | |
I foresee a day when all those we've southerned will fix everything | |
And oh what a fatal rain of relief | |
All this will bring | |
All this will bring |
zuo qu : Brodsky | |
Calling out for wonders | |
Everywhere to pour yourselves | |
Into the flask we hold up high within our hands | |
Please, go on, continue | |
To amaze, distilling as we marvel | |
How its pretty colors now expand | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t lift off the ground | |
Calling out to saviors | |
Everywhere, to launch yourselves | |
Into the skies far up above our boring homes | |
Please, go on, continue | |
To display a new belief so | |
Our lonely inner drones fall to sleep | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t lift off the ground | |
Calling out for martyrs | |
Everywhere, perhaps in all of us | |
There' s dreams which I am convinced are of dying | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t touch your ground | |
And reach for some miracle | |
No matter how hysterical | |
It maybe sounds | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t touch the ground | |
I foresee a day when all those we' ve southerned will fix everything | |
And oh what a fatal rain of relief | |
All this will bring | |
All this will bring |
zuò qǔ : Brodsky | |
Calling out for wonders | |
Everywhere to pour yourselves | |
Into the flask we hold up high within our hands | |
Please, go on, continue | |
To amaze, distilling as we marvel | |
How its pretty colors now expand | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t lift off the ground | |
Calling out to saviors | |
Everywhere, to launch yourselves | |
Into the skies far up above our boring homes | |
Please, go on, continue | |
To display a new belief so | |
Our lonely inner drones fall to sleep | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t lift off the ground | |
Calling out for martyrs | |
Everywhere, perhaps in all of us | |
There' s dreams which I am convinced are of dying | |
They reach for some pinnacle | |
Far beyond cynical | |
Exploding in sound | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t touch your ground | |
And reach for some miracle | |
No matter how hysterical | |
It maybe sounds | |
But if you feel otherwise | |
Red headed butterflies won' t touch the ground | |
I foresee a day when all those we' ve southerned will fix everything | |
And oh what a fatal rain of relief | |
All this will bring | |
All this will bring |