歌曲 | The Evidence You Hide |
歌手 | Monks of Doom |
专辑 | The Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
Lost in a paperback rain | |
Picking through books that you won't read again | |
Keeping your promises vague | |
Lost in the crowd in the circus parade | |
Keeping your polaroids dry | |
Delirious fevers burn night after night | |
The cryptic malaise that you're in | |
The art that may come of it i'd recommend | |
To focus attention on books you might write | |
Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight | |
The evidence you hide | |
Keeping your bed warm at night | |
It's not an illusion it glows very bright | |
With the young coal the fire is fed | |
Who you keep with you is best left unsaid | |
On finding particular friends | |
Remember that all moral fiber will bend | |
To put them in letters you burn as you write | |
Seen in reflections and not with your eyes | |
Cultivating lies |
zuo ci : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
Lost in a paperback rain | |
Picking through books that you won' t read again | |
Keeping your promises vague | |
Lost in the crowd in the circus parade | |
Keeping your polaroids dry | |
Delirious fevers burn night after night | |
The cryptic malaise that you' re in | |
The art that may come of it i' d recommend | |
To focus attention on books you might write | |
Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight | |
The evidence you hide | |
Keeping your bed warm at night | |
It' s not an illusion it glows very bright | |
With the young coal the fire is fed | |
Who you keep with you is best left unsaid | |
On finding particular friends | |
Remember that all moral fiber will bend | |
To put them in letters you burn as you write | |
Seen in reflections and not with your eyes | |
Cultivating lies |
zuò cí : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
Lost in a paperback rain | |
Picking through books that you won' t read again | |
Keeping your promises vague | |
Lost in the crowd in the circus parade | |
Keeping your polaroids dry | |
Delirious fevers burn night after night | |
The cryptic malaise that you' re in | |
The art that may come of it i' d recommend | |
To focus attention on books you might write | |
Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight | |
The evidence you hide | |
Keeping your bed warm at night | |
It' s not an illusion it glows very bright | |
With the young coal the fire is fed | |
Who you keep with you is best left unsaid | |
On finding particular friends | |
Remember that all moral fiber will bend | |
To put them in letters you burn as you write | |
Seen in reflections and not with your eyes | |
Cultivating lies |