歌曲 | Where The Unbelievable Is Ordinary |
歌手 | Unearthly Trance |
专辑 | The Trident |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lipynsky, Newman, Vern | |
This is where the unbelievable | |
Is ordinary | |
I crawled right inside | |
Made 418 branches | |
Out of 3 lines | |
Saw the lights in the sky | |
And left | |
But it was all the smoke | |
That chocked me up | |
Travelling inside cemeteries | |
Without a light | |
Speak the word of the "sun" | |
Without fear | |
The frowns and fears melt like ice | |
In a crowded chamber | |
I talk to myself when you are | |
Looking | |
I take words and dissect them | |
Into numbers | |
You lose something with the thought | |
But gain trillions with | |
Slaughter house comedy | |
The foul fowl swoops | |
Down on the robotic river | |
I own something that left me | |
And returned once again | |
The thrill of addiction | |
Is lost down in hurricane country | |
Who cares when you have | |
To plant mines for a dollar? | |
Will you be reading "the book" | |
While drinking up the | |
Salt water? | |
Searching for words that | |
I haven't found |
zuo qu : Lipynsky, Newman, Vern | |
This is where the unbelievable | |
Is ordinary | |
I crawled right inside | |
Made 418 branches | |
Out of 3 lines | |
Saw the lights in the sky | |
And left | |
But it was all the smoke | |
That chocked me up | |
Travelling inside cemeteries | |
Without a light | |
Speak the word of the " sun" | |
Without fear | |
The frowns and fears melt like ice | |
In a crowded chamber | |
I talk to myself when you are | |
Looking | |
I take words and dissect them | |
Into numbers | |
You lose something with the thought | |
But gain trillions with | |
Slaughter house comedy | |
The foul fowl swoops | |
Down on the robotic river | |
I own something that left me | |
And returned once again | |
The thrill of addiction | |
Is lost down in hurricane country | |
Who cares when you have | |
To plant mines for a dollar? | |
Will you be reading " the book" | |
While drinking up the | |
Salt water? | |
Searching for words that | |
I haven' t found |
zuò qǔ : Lipynsky, Newman, Vern | |
This is where the unbelievable | |
Is ordinary | |
I crawled right inside | |
Made 418 branches | |
Out of 3 lines | |
Saw the lights in the sky | |
And left | |
But it was all the smoke | |
That chocked me up | |
Travelling inside cemeteries | |
Without a light | |
Speak the word of the " sun" | |
Without fear | |
The frowns and fears melt like ice | |
In a crowded chamber | |
I talk to myself when you are | |
Looking | |
I take words and dissect them | |
Into numbers | |
You lose something with the thought | |
But gain trillions with | |
Slaughter house comedy | |
The foul fowl swoops | |
Down on the robotic river | |
I own something that left me | |
And returned once again | |
The thrill of addiction | |
Is lost down in hurricane country | |
Who cares when you have | |
To plant mines for a dollar? | |
Will you be reading " the book" | |
While drinking up the | |
Salt water? | |
Searching for words that | |
I haven' t found |