歌曲 | Flowers And Rust |
歌手 | Von Hertzen Brothers |
专辑 | Nine Lives |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
She’s been a loner ever since she gave in | |
To the lingering ghost of her past | |
And she was doing everything she could to stay still | |
But the grip of its hold was to last | |
She became | |
A wanderer | |
A foreigner | |
A living lost cause | |
In the shade and dark corridors | |
Stories would tell that she was, yea | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Flowers and rust | |
I don’t remember the day when she fell | |
My only memory as far as I can tell | |
Is the trembling of my hands when they held | |
Withered flowers with her farewell | |
I became | |
A charlatan | |
A bohemian | |
A clown without shame | |
Wide awake and in delirium | |
I can hear myself calling her name, yea | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Clearly I was | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Flowers and rust |
She' s been a loner ever since she gave in | |
To the lingering ghost of her past | |
And she was doing everything she could to stay still | |
But the grip of its hold was to last | |
She became | |
A wanderer | |
A foreigner | |
A living lost cause | |
In the shade and dark corridors | |
Stories would tell that she was, yea | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Flowers and rust | |
I don' t remember the day when she fell | |
My only memory as far as I can tell | |
Is the trembling of my hands when they held | |
Withered flowers with her farewell | |
I became | |
A charlatan | |
A bohemian | |
A clown without shame | |
Wide awake and in delirium | |
I can hear myself calling her name, yea | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Clearly I was | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Flowers and rust |
She' s been a loner ever since she gave in | |
To the lingering ghost of her past | |
And she was doing everything she could to stay still | |
But the grip of its hold was to last | |
She became | |
A wanderer | |
A foreigner | |
A living lost cause | |
In the shade and dark corridors | |
Stories would tell that she was, yea | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Flowers and rust | |
I don' t remember the day when she fell | |
My only memory as far as I can tell | |
Is the trembling of my hands when they held | |
Withered flowers with her farewell | |
I became | |
A charlatan | |
A bohemian | |
A clown without shame | |
Wide awake and in delirium | |
I can hear myself calling her name, yea | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Clearly I was | |
Born with a curse | |
Turning diamonds to dust | |
Diamonds to dust | |
An innocent world to withered flowers and rust | |
Flowers and rust |