歌曲 | A Picture |
歌手 | Spahn Ranch |
专辑 | Closure |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Green, Maroulis | |
The phone buzzed silent | |
Back at my desk | |
Piling the reminders | |
Where did it go? | |
A stack of reasons | |
Only a small portion of the audience | |
Had access to this part of the film | |
A private reservation | |
The negative master | |
I wondered who that character was | |
Who tried things, roles like clothes | |
Each seemed forced and small | |
Writing from the same spot | |
It reported last time | |
Each time, each place | |
Safe | |
Yet a different face | |
Same embalming process | |
With a beaten voice | |
She was suddenly a critic | |
The film in question | |
Drew scathing notices | |
Like talking to walls | |
Faces I never knew | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
Picture on my wall | |
The water consumed | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
A picture | |
I see them swimming on the lampshade | |
In the drawer and down the hall | |
Where they swam on the wall | |
An outlined trace, a nail | |
False patience | |
All the years torched in weeks | |
As with most things | |
One way of looking at it | |
The counter offer | |
Was a death-blow | |
Degrading with maybe | |
No answer, is an answer | |
Faces I never knew | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
Picture on my wall | |
The water consumed | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
A picture |
zuo ci : Green, Maroulis | |
The phone buzzed silent | |
Back at my desk | |
Piling the reminders | |
Where did it go? | |
A stack of reasons | |
Only a small portion of the audience | |
Had access to this part of the film | |
A private reservation | |
The negative master | |
I wondered who that character was | |
Who tried things, roles like clothes | |
Each seemed forced and small | |
Writing from the same spot | |
It reported last time | |
Each time, each place | |
Safe | |
Yet a different face | |
Same embalming process | |
With a beaten voice | |
She was suddenly a critic | |
The film in question | |
Drew scathing notices | |
Like talking to walls | |
Faces I never knew | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
Picture on my wall | |
The water consumed | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
A picture | |
I see them swimming on the lampshade | |
In the drawer and down the hall | |
Where they swam on the wall | |
An outlined trace, a nail | |
False patience | |
All the years torched in weeks | |
As with most things | |
One way of looking at it | |
The counter offer | |
Was a deathblow | |
Degrading with maybe | |
No answer, is an answer | |
Faces I never knew | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
Picture on my wall | |
The water consumed | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
A picture |
zuò cí : Green, Maroulis | |
The phone buzzed silent | |
Back at my desk | |
Piling the reminders | |
Where did it go? | |
A stack of reasons | |
Only a small portion of the audience | |
Had access to this part of the film | |
A private reservation | |
The negative master | |
I wondered who that character was | |
Who tried things, roles like clothes | |
Each seemed forced and small | |
Writing from the same spot | |
It reported last time | |
Each time, each place | |
Safe | |
Yet a different face | |
Same embalming process | |
With a beaten voice | |
She was suddenly a critic | |
The film in question | |
Drew scathing notices | |
Like talking to walls | |
Faces I never knew | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
Picture on my wall | |
The water consumed | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
A picture | |
I see them swimming on the lampshade | |
In the drawer and down the hall | |
Where they swam on the wall | |
An outlined trace, a nail | |
False patience | |
All the years torched in weeks | |
As with most things | |
One way of looking at it | |
The counter offer | |
Was a deathblow | |
Degrading with maybe | |
No answer, is an answer | |
Faces I never knew | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
Picture on my wall | |
The water consumed | |
Picture on my wall | |
Shedding it on through | |
A picture |