歌曲 | Black-Hearted Boy |
歌手 | The Fiery Furnaces |
专辑 | Bitter Tea |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Friedberger | |
Darling black-hearted boy | |
All the color's gone out of my ribbon loom | |
As i've only got the worst to assume | |
Take your sheet metal sheers | |
Cut a slit up the side of my dark blue dress | |
For a last time lie your love confess | |
Get your gut | |
Some home made twine | |
String up silk your tiger bow | |
Don't paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
See the smoke from your kiln | |
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog | |
As i stand cold with my back broke by the bog | |
Find your cross cut saw | |
Come blunt and jagged and dry and try | |
Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high | |
I tipped my toe | |
On the bamboo strip | |
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags | |
Don't dare paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
See the smoke from your kiln | |
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog | |
As i stand cold with my back broke by the bog | |
Find your cross cut saw | |
Come blunt and jagged and dry and try | |
Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high | |
I tipped my toe | |
On the bamboo strip | |
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags | |
Don't dare paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
Darling black-hearted boy | |
I went down to wash my robe in the river | |
I thought of you and started to shake and to shiver | |
Leaning there on the rocks | |
I see myself slip down and float | |
'Til the brackish warm current stops up my throat | |
You swore you swore you'd never leave | |
You swore you swore you'd never leave | |
You swore you swore you'd never leave |
zuo qu : Friedberger | |
Darling blackhearted boy | |
All the color' s gone out of my ribbon loom | |
As i' ve only got the worst to assume | |
Take your sheet metal sheers | |
Cut a slit up the side of my dark blue dress | |
For a last time lie your love confess | |
Get your gut | |
Some home made twine | |
String up silk your tiger bow | |
Don' t paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
See the smoke from your kiln | |
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog | |
As i stand cold with my back broke by the bog | |
Find your cross cut saw | |
Come blunt and jagged and dry and try | |
Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high | |
I tipped my toe | |
On the bamboo strip | |
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags | |
Don' t dare paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
See the smoke from your kiln | |
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog | |
As i stand cold with my back broke by the bog | |
Find your cross cut saw | |
Come blunt and jagged and dry and try | |
Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high | |
I tipped my toe | |
On the bamboo strip | |
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags | |
Don' t dare paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
Darling blackhearted boy | |
I went down to wash my robe in the river | |
I thought of you and started to shake and to shiver | |
Leaning there on the rocks | |
I see myself slip down and float | |
' Til the brackish warm current stops up my throat | |
You swore you swore you' d never leave | |
You swore you swore you' d never leave | |
You swore you swore you' d never leave |
zuò qǔ : Friedberger | |
Darling blackhearted boy | |
All the color' s gone out of my ribbon loom | |
As i' ve only got the worst to assume | |
Take your sheet metal sheers | |
Cut a slit up the side of my dark blue dress | |
For a last time lie your love confess | |
Get your gut | |
Some home made twine | |
String up silk your tiger bow | |
Don' t paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
See the smoke from your kiln | |
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog | |
As i stand cold with my back broke by the bog | |
Find your cross cut saw | |
Come blunt and jagged and dry and try | |
Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high | |
I tipped my toe | |
On the bamboo strip | |
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags | |
Don' t dare paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
See the smoke from your kiln | |
Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog | |
As i stand cold with my back broke by the bog | |
Find your cross cut saw | |
Come blunt and jagged and dry and try | |
Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high | |
I tipped my toe | |
On the bamboo strip | |
I took stone honey in exchange for my rags | |
Don' t dare paint your board | |
Moonlight white | |
Go dangle your fishook out in the gutter again | |
Darling blackhearted boy | |
I went down to wash my robe in the river | |
I thought of you and started to shake and to shiver | |
Leaning there on the rocks | |
I see myself slip down and float | |
' Til the brackish warm current stops up my throat | |
You swore you swore you' d never leave | |
You swore you swore you' d never leave | |
You swore you swore you' d never leave |