歌曲 | Fire Snakes |
歌手 | Laura Veirs |
专辑 | Year of Meteors |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
LAURA VEIRS | |
Fire Snakes | |
Mermaids | |
Shimmer in the waves | |
Wanted to share a word | |
Course they only waved | |
Left me alone | |
With the blood in my mouth | |
To paw and to pray | |
To tear at the fray for a thundercloud | |
To dress up your wounds | |
Wash off the salt | |
Freshen the blooms | |
At your sea-rusted altar | |
Caldera's edge | |
We'll hold hands and wait | |
Mudflows are greyhounds | |
Exploding from gates | |
With hot ash and hot rocks | |
They'll crash and they'll mosh | |
Till the trees are all flat | |
And we all collapse from the chase | |
Then I'll dress up your wounds | |
Wash off the salt | |
Freshen the blooms | |
At your mud-crusted altar… |
LAURA VEIRS | |
Fire Snakes | |
Mermaids | |
Shimmer in the waves | |
Wanted to share a word | |
Course they only waved | |
Left me alone | |
With the blood in my mouth | |
To paw and to pray | |
To tear at the fray for a thundercloud | |
To dress up your wounds | |
Wash off the salt | |
Freshen the blooms | |
At your searusted altar | |
Caldera' s edge | |
We' ll hold hands and wait | |
Mudflows are greyhounds | |
Exploding from gates | |
With hot ash and hot rocks | |
They' ll crash and they' ll mosh | |
Till the trees are all flat | |
And we all collapse from the chase | |
Then I' ll dress up your wounds | |
Wash off the salt | |
Freshen the blooms | |
At your mudcrusted altar |
LAURA VEIRS | |
Fire Snakes | |
Mermaids | |
Shimmer in the waves | |
Wanted to share a word | |
Course they only waved | |
Left me alone | |
With the blood in my mouth | |
To paw and to pray | |
To tear at the fray for a thundercloud | |
To dress up your wounds | |
Wash off the salt | |
Freshen the blooms | |
At your searusted altar | |
Caldera' s edge | |
We' ll hold hands and wait | |
Mudflows are greyhounds | |
Exploding from gates | |
With hot ash and hot rocks | |
They' ll crash and they' ll mosh | |
Till the trees are all flat | |
And we all collapse from the chase | |
Then I' ll dress up your wounds | |
Wash off the salt | |
Freshen the blooms | |
At your mudcrusted altar |