歌曲 | Dealer (2006 Digital Remaster) |
歌手 | Scott Walker |
专辑 | Climate Of Hunter |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Scott Walker |
[00:18.038] | The windows are ringing, shaking night-nites for angels |
[00:27.233] | Rattling throats up and down on a beam |
[00:36.141] | Cooling the hearts, cooling the plasma |
[00:45.702] | Keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam |
[00:53.747] | The other side of a prowler, the dead still search the living |
[01:03.648] | At least there we did not not fail |
[01:11.406] | Coming to in the overcast, tracks are still flowing |
[01:21.437] | At least there he does not wail |
[01:30.815] | Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness |
[01:36.745] | Move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing |
[01:41.447] | Gone always alone to all you are never |
[01:45.470] | He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring |
[01:54.273] | |
[02:10.156] | The windows are ringing, shaking dead men for angels |
[02:18.880] | Hissing brains boiling up press't to the bone |
[02:31.210] | Uncoils the wire whole night long |
[02:36.827] | Bumping out thru the eye in knots |
[02:45.865] | Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots |
[02:54.381] | Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots |
[03:03.576] | Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots |
[03:12.275] | Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots |
[03:22.645] | Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness |
[03:26.041] | Move a circuit on the white and he can't feel a thing |
[03:33.042] | Gone always alone to all you are never |
[03:37.143] | He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Scott Walker |
[00:18.038] | The windows are ringing, shaking nightnites for angels |
[00:27.233] | Rattling throats up and down on a beam |
[00:36.141] | Cooling the hearts, cooling the plasma |
[00:45.702] | Keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam |
[00:53.747] | The other side of a prowler, the dead still search the living |
[01:03.648] | At least there we did not not fail |
[01:11.406] | Coming to in the overcast, tracks are still flowing |
[01:21.437] | At least there he does not wail |
[01:30.815] | Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness |
[01:36.745] | Move a circuit on the white and he can' t feel a thing |
[01:41.447] | Gone always alone to all you are never |
[01:45.470] | He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring |
[01:54.273] | |
[02:10.156] | The windows are ringing, shaking dead men for angels |
[02:18.880] | Hissing brains boiling up press' t to the bone |
[02:31.210] | Uncoils the wire whole night long |
[02:36.827] | Bumping out thru the eye in knots |
[02:45.865] | Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots |
[02:54.381] | Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots |
[03:03.576] | Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots |
[03:12.275] | Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots |
[03:22.645] | Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness |
[03:26.041] | Move a circuit on the white and he can' t feel a thing |
[03:33.042] | Gone always alone to all you are never |
[03:37.143] | He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Scott Walker |
[00:18.038] | The windows are ringing, shaking nightnites for angels |
[00:27.233] | Rattling throats up and down on a beam |
[00:36.141] | Cooling the hearts, cooling the plasma |
[00:45.702] | Keeping ice junkies packed hard on a seam |
[00:53.747] | The other side of a prowler, the dead still search the living |
[01:03.648] | At least there we did not not fail |
[01:11.406] | Coming to in the overcast, tracks are still flowing |
[01:21.437] | At least there he does not wail |
[01:30.815] | Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness |
[01:36.745] | Move a circuit on the white and he can' t feel a thing |
[01:41.447] | Gone always alone to all you are never |
[01:45.470] | He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring |
[01:54.273] | |
[02:10.156] | The windows are ringing, shaking dead men for angels |
[02:18.880] | Hissing brains boiling up press' t to the bone |
[02:31.210] | Uncoils the wire whole night long |
[02:36.827] | Bumping out thru the eye in knots |
[02:45.865] | Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots |
[02:54.381] | Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots |
[03:03.576] | Sweet hot numbers, sweet hots |
[03:12.275] | Bumping out thru' the eye on a wire of knots |
[03:22.645] | Psalms of your hands sung into the lateness |
[03:26.041] | Move a circuit on the white and he can' t feel a thing |
[03:33.042] | Gone always alone to all you are never |
[03:37.143] | He climbs into your mouth when the windows ring |