歌曲 | Builds The Bone |
歌手 | The Hidden Cameras |
专辑 | Mississauga Goddam |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gibb | |
When I fall, I'll aim my feet at you | |
Aim my knees, floating through breeze | |
Too dumb to follow a moving target | |
Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them | |
Have already touched it | |
It builds the bone | |
Although I'll never need it | |
It fills in the hole I know | |
Darkness falls and I'm cruising creek again | |
With a hollow head, a hollow head to boot | |
A pre-Madonna, a pre-Madon moment | |
Too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get | |
All will come to it | |
They say it builds the bone | |
If I ever stop needing it | |
May I be thrown into the throes of toil | |
Let my fall, let my fall on you | |
Tame my feet, I'll rope my knees round you | |
It ain't my fault, no, it ain't my fault, oh, no | |
You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh, you | |
All is nothing | |
It creates a sore | |
It takes my all to love it | |
And it relates to the end as we know |
zuo qu : Gibb | |
When I fall, I' ll aim my feet at you | |
Aim my knees, floating through breeze | |
Too dumb to follow a moving target | |
Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them | |
Have already touched it | |
It builds the bone | |
Although I' ll never need it | |
It fills in the hole I know | |
Darkness falls and I' m cruising creek again | |
With a hollow head, a hollow head to boot | |
A preMadonna, a preMadon moment | |
Too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get | |
All will come to it | |
They say it builds the bone | |
If I ever stop needing it | |
May I be thrown into the throes of toil | |
Let my fall, let my fall on you | |
Tame my feet, I' ll rope my knees round you | |
It ain' t my fault, no, it ain' t my fault, oh, no | |
You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh, you | |
All is nothing | |
It creates a sore | |
It takes my all to love it | |
And it relates to the end as we know |
zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
When I fall, I' ll aim my feet at you | |
Aim my knees, floating through breeze | |
Too dumb to follow a moving target | |
Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them | |
Have already touched it | |
It builds the bone | |
Although I' ll never need it | |
It fills in the hole I know | |
Darkness falls and I' m cruising creek again | |
With a hollow head, a hollow head to boot | |
A preMadonna, a preMadon moment | |
Too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get | |
All will come to it | |
They say it builds the bone | |
If I ever stop needing it | |
May I be thrown into the throes of toil | |
Let my fall, let my fall on you | |
Tame my feet, I' ll rope my knees round you | |
It ain' t my fault, no, it ain' t my fault, oh, no | |
You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh, you | |
All is nothing | |
It creates a sore | |
It takes my all to love it | |
And it relates to the end as we know |