Hexanal 歌词

	作词 : Langely, Wygens
	I awoke to everyone's favourite
	The scent of new-mown grass
	I knew I'd been here and almost everywhere else before
	But the shape of your youthful ass
	Heading for the shower
	Was a sign, a surely beneficial spell
	Though all the ingredients were artificial
	Brewed in some factory in the Mid-west
	By mild-mannered family men
	Oh it seemed so real
	Your gaze like a charm of the way I'd feel
	Your touch on my departing arm, my body flown
	TO be buried in damp, dark England
	My time capsule containing your fake I.D. ghost
	And it's rained here, like God's open bar
	His treat to the old-world soil
	Where you are, the fake the rain
	Import it like the electricity that still fails
	And in your unlikely darkness, how can we tell what's real?
	You'd swear that cranberry shade was artificial
	But it's really cochineal
	So kiss my eyes to the sound of a million dying insects
	Shut my eyes to the sweet remembered sex & all
	Ignore my calls but write me a note
	Write my valediction, and I hear a voice
	So loving and so personal
	And I stretch out on the new-mown grass
	And I breathe in

	zuo ci : Langely, Wygens
	I awoke to everyone' s favourite
	The scent of newmown grass
	I knew I' d been here and almost everywhere else before
	But the shape of your youthful ass
	Heading for the shower
	Was a sign, a surely beneficial spell
	Though all the ingredients were artificial
	Brewed in some factory in the Midwest
	By mildmannered family men
	Oh it seemed so real
	Your gaze like a charm of the way I' d feel
	Your touch on my departing arm, my body flown
	TO be buried in damp, dark England
	My time capsule containing your fake I. D. ghost
	And it' s rained here, like God' s open bar
	His treat to the oldworld soil
	Where you are, the fake the rain
	Import it like the electricity that still fails
	And in your unlikely darkness, how can we tell what' s real?
	You' d swear that cranberry shade was artificial
	But it' s really cochineal
	So kiss my eyes to the sound of a million dying insects
	Shut my eyes to the sweet remembered sex all
	Ignore my calls but write me a note
	Write my valediction, and I hear a voice
	So loving and so personal
	And I stretch out on the newmown grass
	And I breathe in

	zuò cí : Langely, Wygens
	I awoke to everyone' s favourite
	The scent of newmown grass
	I knew I' d been here and almost everywhere else before
	But the shape of your youthful ass
	Heading for the shower
	Was a sign, a surely beneficial spell
	Though all the ingredients were artificial
	Brewed in some factory in the Midwest
	By mildmannered family men
	Oh it seemed so real
	Your gaze like a charm of the way I' d feel
	Your touch on my departing arm, my body flown
	TO be buried in damp, dark England
	My time capsule containing your fake I. D. ghost
	And it' s rained here, like God' s open bar
	His treat to the oldworld soil
	Where you are, the fake the rain
	Import it like the electricity that still fails
	And in your unlikely darkness, how can we tell what' s real?
	You' d swear that cranberry shade was artificial
	But it' s really cochineal
	So kiss my eyes to the sound of a million dying insects
	Shut my eyes to the sweet remembered sex all
	Ignore my calls but write me a note
	Write my valediction, and I hear a voice
	So loving and so personal
	And I stretch out on the newmown grass
	And I breathe in

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