歌曲 | Ether Sings |
歌手 | Laura Veirs |
专辑 | Carbon Glacier |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Veirs | |
My wooden vibrating mouth | |
Sing me your lover’s song | |
Come with me we’ll head up north | |
Where the rivers run icy and strong | |
The empty theater is lying cold | |
In the shadows of the past | |
A church group enters to touch the molding | |
With a burst of song and a simple repast | |
Guitars can’t help but sing | |
Can’t help but ring | |
A tiny little flute is whistling in the lips | |
Of a stranger on the corner | |
A tiny little girl ties flowers to her wrists | |
And the bees come round to adorn her | |
All the time spent dreaming is never lost | |
Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns | |
Souls lost into the ether of death | |
Come back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns | |
Hearts can’t help but sing | |
Can’t help but ring |
zuo ci : Veirs | |
My wooden vibrating mouth | |
Sing me your lover' s song | |
Come with me we' ll head up north | |
Where the rivers run icy and strong | |
The empty theater is lying cold | |
In the shadows of the past | |
A church group enters to touch the molding | |
With a burst of song and a simple repast | |
Guitars can' t help but sing | |
Can' t help but ring | |
A tiny little flute is whistling in the lips | |
Of a stranger on the corner | |
A tiny little girl ties flowers to her wrists | |
And the bees come round to adorn her | |
All the time spent dreaming is never lost | |
Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns | |
Souls lost into the ether of death | |
Come back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns | |
Hearts can' t help but sing | |
Can' t help but ring |
zuò cí : Veirs | |
My wooden vibrating mouth | |
Sing me your lover' s song | |
Come with me we' ll head up north | |
Where the rivers run icy and strong | |
The empty theater is lying cold | |
In the shadows of the past | |
A church group enters to touch the molding | |
With a burst of song and a simple repast | |
Guitars can' t help but sing | |
Can' t help but ring | |
A tiny little flute is whistling in the lips | |
Of a stranger on the corner | |
A tiny little girl ties flowers to her wrists | |
And the bees come round to adorn her | |
All the time spent dreaming is never lost | |
Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns | |
Souls lost into the ether of death | |
Come back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns | |
Hearts can' t help but sing | |
Can' t help but ring |