歌曲 | Dizzy Spells |
歌手 | Josh Woodward |
专辑 | Not Quite Connected |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Josh Woodward | |
作词 : Josh Woodward | |
Our colony | |
Is shining through the shaking of the artificial moon | |
The light of noon | |
Cut ragged glass | |
Kaleidoscope of soapy film refract the rays that pass | |
The blades of grass | |
Recite the words that you were taught | |
The face of man | |
You stare into the center as the colors bleed away | |
The dryest rain | |
You feel the same | |
The dirt beneath your saddle boots is snapping as you step | |
Into the scene | |
This life is just a fatal dream | |
Don't you ever worry about those dizzy spells you feel | |
That's just the taming of the ghosts | |
They can't hurt you, they'll desert you now | |
Take up your arms | |
The final day is here, you feel the ringing in your ears | |
Now disappear | |
The flaming sky | |
The rally of a lost July, the night precedes the lullaby | |
And takes away the last supply of day |
zuo qu : Josh Woodward | |
zuo ci : Josh Woodward | |
Our colony | |
Is shining through the shaking of the artificial moon | |
The light of noon | |
Cut ragged glass | |
Kaleidoscope of soapy film refract the rays that pass | |
The blades of grass | |
Recite the words that you were taught | |
The face of man | |
You stare into the center as the colors bleed away | |
The dryest rain | |
You feel the same | |
The dirt beneath your saddle boots is snapping as you step | |
Into the scene | |
This life is just a fatal dream | |
Don' t you ever worry about those dizzy spells you feel | |
That' s just the taming of the ghosts | |
They can' t hurt you, they' ll desert you now | |
Take up your arms | |
The final day is here, you feel the ringing in your ears | |
Now disappear | |
The flaming sky | |
The rally of a lost July, the night precedes the lullaby | |
And takes away the last supply of day |
zuò qǔ : Josh Woodward | |
zuò cí : Josh Woodward | |
Our colony | |
Is shining through the shaking of the artificial moon | |
The light of noon | |
Cut ragged glass | |
Kaleidoscope of soapy film refract the rays that pass | |
The blades of grass | |
Recite the words that you were taught | |
The face of man | |
You stare into the center as the colors bleed away | |
The dryest rain | |
You feel the same | |
The dirt beneath your saddle boots is snapping as you step | |
Into the scene | |
This life is just a fatal dream | |
Don' t you ever worry about those dizzy spells you feel | |
That' s just the taming of the ghosts | |
They can' t hurt you, they' ll desert you now | |
Take up your arms | |
The final day is here, you feel the ringing in your ears | |
Now disappear | |
The flaming sky | |
The rally of a lost July, the night precedes the lullaby | |
And takes away the last supply of day |