歌曲 | Bullet To Binary (Pt. Two) |
歌手 | mewithoutYou |
专辑 | It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All A Dream! It's Alright |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : MewithoutYou | |
Let us die, let us die, | |
And, dying, we reply | |
Lowering our basket down into the open bed | |
Of the fruit truck passing by | |
And we can smile smile at each other again, | |
Me and my Cantaloupe Friend | |
Cast our cares as a couple of Pears | |
Put a Blueberry garland on an Apple's head | |
The Apple threw our half-baked fears | |
like a wooden shoe in the windmill gears | |
The turning stopped - we clearly saw: | |
The flaw is in that which finds the flaw! | |
And Strawberry said to the Tangerine: | |
My face is red | |
But our hats are green | |
Be an orchard, | |
or a curling vine... | |
The Sun of yours is the sun that's mine | |
Ya subhannallah | |
Hayyul Qayyum | |
Subhannallahi Amma Yassifun | |
Sallalah wallah Muhammad (Sal.) | |
Ya Rabbi sali alaihi wa salim | |
Lettuce grows in neatly sectioned | |
Beds and rows | |
But one day asked the Gardener | |
To be moved where the Eggplant grows | |
The reason being, I must confess, | |
I adore her shiny, purple dress! | |
As Eggplant listened in, | |
She wasn't offended | |
She wasn't impressed | |
While Potato calls from underground: | |
You've all got it turned upside-down! | |
Does the Rain that's sent each spring anew | |
To fall on her not fall on you? | |
You project on her your inward scenes, | |
She's a blank, external movie screen | |
While the One who looks out from your eyes | |
Looks through hers and looks through mine | |
We all well know | |
We're gonna reap what we sow | |
We all well know what kind of crops are gonna grow | |
From each time you disrespect your parents | |
Oh, you'd better hope we don't hear it! | |
We who know: you're gonna reap what you sow | |
We all well know, | |
We're gonna reap what we sow | |
But Grace, we all know, | |
Can take the place of all we owe | |
So why not let's Forgive | |
Everyone | |
Everywhere | |
Everything | |
All the time? |
zuo qu : MewithoutYou | |
Let us die, let us die, | |
And, dying, we reply | |
Lowering our basket down into the open bed | |
Of the fruit truck passing by | |
And we can smile smile at each other again, | |
Me and my Cantaloupe Friend | |
Cast our cares as a couple of Pears | |
Put a Blueberry garland on an Apple' s head | |
The Apple threw our halfbaked fears | |
like a wooden shoe in the windmill gears | |
The turning stopped we clearly saw: | |
The flaw is in that which finds the flaw! | |
And Strawberry said to the Tangerine: | |
My face is red | |
But our hats are green | |
Be an orchard, | |
or a curling vine... | |
The Sun of yours is the sun that' s mine | |
Ya subhannallah | |
Hayyul Qayyum | |
Subhannallahi Amma Yassifun | |
Sallalah wallah Muhammad Sal. | |
Ya Rabbi sali alaihi wa salim | |
Lettuce grows in neatly sectioned | |
Beds and rows | |
But one day asked the Gardener | |
To be moved where the Eggplant grows | |
The reason being, I must confess, | |
I adore her shiny, purple dress! | |
As Eggplant listened in, | |
She wasn' t offended | |
She wasn' t impressed | |
While Potato calls from underground: | |
You' ve all got it turned upsidedown! | |
Does the Rain that' s sent each spring anew | |
To fall on her not fall on you? | |
You project on her your inward scenes, | |
She' s a blank, external movie screen | |
While the One who looks out from your eyes | |
Looks through hers and looks through mine | |
We all well know | |
We' re gonna reap what we sow | |
We all well know what kind of crops are gonna grow | |
From each time you disrespect your parents | |
Oh, you' d better hope we don' t hear it! | |
We who know: you' re gonna reap what you sow | |
We all well know, | |
We' re gonna reap what we sow | |
But Grace, we all know, | |
Can take the place of all we owe | |
So why not let' s Forgive | |
Everyone | |
Everywhere | |
Everything | |
All the time? |
zuò qǔ : MewithoutYou | |
Let us die, let us die, | |
And, dying, we reply | |
Lowering our basket down into the open bed | |
Of the fruit truck passing by | |
And we can smile smile at each other again, | |
Me and my Cantaloupe Friend | |
Cast our cares as a couple of Pears | |
Put a Blueberry garland on an Apple' s head | |
The Apple threw our halfbaked fears | |
like a wooden shoe in the windmill gears | |
The turning stopped we clearly saw: | |
The flaw is in that which finds the flaw! | |
And Strawberry said to the Tangerine: | |
My face is red | |
But our hats are green | |
Be an orchard, | |
or a curling vine... | |
The Sun of yours is the sun that' s mine | |
Ya subhannallah | |
Hayyul Qayyum | |
Subhannallahi Amma Yassifun | |
Sallalah wallah Muhammad Sal. | |
Ya Rabbi sali alaihi wa salim | |
Lettuce grows in neatly sectioned | |
Beds and rows | |
But one day asked the Gardener | |
To be moved where the Eggplant grows | |
The reason being, I must confess, | |
I adore her shiny, purple dress! | |
As Eggplant listened in, | |
She wasn' t offended | |
She wasn' t impressed | |
While Potato calls from underground: | |
You' ve all got it turned upsidedown! | |
Does the Rain that' s sent each spring anew | |
To fall on her not fall on you? | |
You project on her your inward scenes, | |
She' s a blank, external movie screen | |
While the One who looks out from your eyes | |
Looks through hers and looks through mine | |
We all well know | |
We' re gonna reap what we sow | |
We all well know what kind of crops are gonna grow | |
From each time you disrespect your parents | |
Oh, you' d better hope we don' t hear it! | |
We who know: you' re gonna reap what you sow | |
We all well know, | |
We' re gonna reap what we sow | |
But Grace, we all know, | |
Can take the place of all we owe | |
So why not let' s Forgive | |
Everyone | |
Everywhere | |
Everything | |
All the time? |