歌曲 | The Leavers Dance |
歌手 | The Veils |
专辑 | The Runaway Found |
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作曲 : Andrews | |
作词 : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
Berenice | |
My hands and feet are worn | |
As much as yours are | |
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming | |
They still feel worlds apart | |
Berenice | |
Beneath it all you're golden | |
And that's all I'm feeding on | |
And though my head, my hands are growing colder | |
We move in circles now | |
Berenice there's no release at all | |
That's not worth dying for | |
Berenice | |
My hands and feet are worn | |
As much as yours are | |
Berenice there's no release at all | |
That's not worth dying for | |
And it's not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. | |
Berenice there's no release at all | |
That's worth all this crying for | |
And down my knees and down my knees and down? | |
'cause we all fall down |
zuo qu : Andrews | |
zuo ci : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
Berenice | |
My hands and feet are worn | |
As much as yours are | |
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming | |
They still feel worlds apart | |
Berenice | |
Beneath it all you' re golden | |
And that' s all I' m feeding on | |
And though my head, my hands are growing colder | |
We move in circles now | |
Berenice there' s no release at all | |
That' s not worth dying for | |
Berenice | |
My hands and feet are worn | |
As much as yours are | |
Berenice there' s no release at all | |
That' s not worth dying for | |
And it' s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. | |
Berenice there' s no release at all | |
That' s worth all this crying for | |
And down my knees and down my knees and down? | |
' cause we all fall down |
zuò qǔ : Andrews | |
zuò cí : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
Berenice | |
My hands and feet are worn | |
As much as yours are | |
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming | |
They still feel worlds apart | |
Berenice | |
Beneath it all you' re golden | |
And that' s all I' m feeding on | |
And though my head, my hands are growing colder | |
We move in circles now | |
Berenice there' s no release at all | |
That' s not worth dying for | |
Berenice | |
My hands and feet are worn | |
As much as yours are | |
Berenice there' s no release at all | |
That' s not worth dying for | |
And it' s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. | |
Berenice there' s no release at all | |
That' s worth all this crying for | |
And down my knees and down my knees and down? | |
' cause we all fall down |