歌曲 | Lotus And The Languorous |
歌手 | Falling Up |
专辑 | Fangs! |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Crescenzo, Ribordy | |
Small and sleeping children's song | |
The kind that wished for death | |
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef | |
Has whored herself to rest | |
Silver stab in the noontide, | |
In the frayed and edge of the sea | |
Fell quick to the snow, still life | |
Sprawled out in the cold, he said | |
There was dancing on the ceiling | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Stumble out your breathing speaks | |
As heavy in the prose | |
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef | |
Has wounded several more | |
Silver stab in the noontide, | |
In the frayed and edge of the sea | |
Fell quick to the snow, still life | |
Sprawled out in the cold, he said | |
There was dancing on the ceiling | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Twisting down the drain | |
Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin | |
Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip | |
Damned towards several silver stabs | |
Pricking your sedated episodes | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Down, down, down.. | |
Where will those mermaids lead him? |
zuo qu : Crescenzo, Ribordy | |
Small and sleeping children' s song | |
The kind that wished for death | |
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn' s Reef | |
Has whored herself to rest | |
Silver stab in the noontide, | |
In the frayed and edge of the sea | |
Fell quick to the snow, still life | |
Sprawled out in the cold, he said | |
There was dancing on the ceiling | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Stumble out your breathing speaks | |
As heavy in the prose | |
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn' s Reef | |
Has wounded several more | |
Silver stab in the noontide, | |
In the frayed and edge of the sea | |
Fell quick to the snow, still life | |
Sprawled out in the cold, he said | |
There was dancing on the ceiling | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Twisting down the drain | |
Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin | |
Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip | |
Damned towards several silver stabs | |
Pricking your sedated episodes | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Down, down, down.. | |
Where will those mermaids lead him? |
zuò qǔ : Crescenzo, Ribordy | |
Small and sleeping children' s song | |
The kind that wished for death | |
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn' s Reef | |
Has whored herself to rest | |
Silver stab in the noontide, | |
In the frayed and edge of the sea | |
Fell quick to the snow, still life | |
Sprawled out in the cold, he said | |
There was dancing on the ceiling | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Stumble out your breathing speaks | |
As heavy in the prose | |
Salt beyond our lady Satuernn' s Reef | |
Has wounded several more | |
Silver stab in the noontide, | |
In the frayed and edge of the sea | |
Fell quick to the snow, still life | |
Sprawled out in the cold, he said | |
There was dancing on the ceiling | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Twisting down the drain | |
Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin | |
Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip | |
Damned towards several silver stabs | |
Pricking your sedated episodes | |
I was strapped down to the anchors | |
Down, down, down.. | |
Where will those mermaids lead him? |