歌曲 | Broadcast At Midday |
歌手 | Monks of Doom |
专辑 | The Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
Laughter on his breath | |
The smell of fish clandestine hits | |
The thief he will aspire | |
To take the piece that he desires | |
Contempt for the rest | |
Know his past and second guess | |
Still it's on his shirt | |
The telltale signs with which he flirts | |
And it's on the radio today | |
Ringing in your ears it's in the way | |
He won't be coming out today | |
From the void into the fray | |
From a broken egg the storm is born today | |
Eyes blind with rage | |
The deep caress of hell to pay | |
She is all the world to all of me | |
She is fascination clandestine | |
She is burning now | |
Brilliant flames from off the bow | |
He is on the deck | |
Sailing towards untouched points west | |
She will return | |
Deep within our veins | |
We'll add it to our tab and wash away | |
She is now omnipotent to me | |
Everywhere in all i think and see | |
And it's on the radio today | |
Ringing in your ears it's in the way | |
I wonder what she'd say | |
But her face is just a memory | |
And she hasn't got the new york times to read | |
If may could see today | |
If may could speak today | |
I know just what she's say | |
To lots of folks you may be a saint | |
But a death threat still makes you feel faint | |
If may could speak today | |
But the worms just eat away | |
What may was yesterday |
zuo ci : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
Laughter on his breath | |
The smell of fish clandestine hits | |
The thief he will aspire | |
To take the piece that he desires | |
Contempt for the rest | |
Know his past and second guess | |
Still it' s on his shirt | |
The telltale signs with which he flirts | |
And it' s on the radio today | |
Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
He won' t be coming out today | |
From the void into the fray | |
From a broken egg the storm is born today | |
Eyes blind with rage | |
The deep caress of hell to pay | |
She is all the world to all of me | |
She is fascination clandestine | |
She is burning now | |
Brilliant flames from off the bow | |
He is on the deck | |
Sailing towards untouched points west | |
She will return | |
Deep within our veins | |
We' ll add it to our tab and wash away | |
She is now omnipotent to me | |
Everywhere in all i think and see | |
And it' s on the radio today | |
Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
I wonder what she' d say | |
But her face is just a memory | |
And she hasn' t got the new york times to read | |
If may could see today | |
If may could speak today | |
I know just what she' s say | |
To lots of folks you may be a saint | |
But a death threat still makes you feel faint | |
If may could speak today | |
But the worms just eat away | |
What may was yesterday |
zuò cí : Immergluck, Krummenacher ... | |
Laughter on his breath | |
The smell of fish clandestine hits | |
The thief he will aspire | |
To take the piece that he desires | |
Contempt for the rest | |
Know his past and second guess | |
Still it' s on his shirt | |
The telltale signs with which he flirts | |
And it' s on the radio today | |
Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
He won' t be coming out today | |
From the void into the fray | |
From a broken egg the storm is born today | |
Eyes blind with rage | |
The deep caress of hell to pay | |
She is all the world to all of me | |
She is fascination clandestine | |
She is burning now | |
Brilliant flames from off the bow | |
He is on the deck | |
Sailing towards untouched points west | |
She will return | |
Deep within our veins | |
We' ll add it to our tab and wash away | |
She is now omnipotent to me | |
Everywhere in all i think and see | |
And it' s on the radio today | |
Ringing in your ears it' s in the way | |
I wonder what she' d say | |
But her face is just a memory | |
And she hasn' t got the new york times to read | |
If may could see today | |
If may could speak today | |
I know just what she' s say | |
To lots of folks you may be a saint | |
But a death threat still makes you feel faint | |
If may could speak today | |
But the worms just eat away | |
What may was yesterday |