歌曲 | Knot in my Heart |
歌手 | The Zolas |
专辑 | Ancient Mars |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My friends are wilding | |
how winter loves wear thin | |
they’re cut to kindling | |
when summer hits our skin. | |
We’re like a seedling. | |
suck tears out of a vase | |
a forest fire knows | |
Something will take its place. | |
So why do I need | |
something more | |
you’ve got that secret knock to my door. | |
I wake up some days with a knot in my heart | |
Where oh where, where are you? | |
It’s hard and weird not to know how your day begins | |
though I’m lying next to someone new. | |
Calm and collected. | |
I’m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones. | |
These new distractions like growing grasses | |
hide the path between our homes. |
My friends are wilding | |
how winter loves wear thin | |
they' re cut to kindling | |
when summer hits our skin. | |
We' re like a seedling. | |
suck tears out of a vase | |
a forest fire knows | |
Something will take its place. | |
So why do I need | |
something more | |
you' ve got that secret knock to my door. | |
I wake up some days with a knot in my heart | |
Where oh where, where are you? | |
It' s hard and weird not to know how your day begins | |
though I' m lying next to someone new. | |
Calm and collected. | |
I' m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones. | |
These new distractions like growing grasses | |
hide the path between our homes. |
My friends are wilding | |
how winter loves wear thin | |
they' re cut to kindling | |
when summer hits our skin. | |
We' re like a seedling. | |
suck tears out of a vase | |
a forest fire knows | |
Something will take its place. | |
So why do I need | |
something more | |
you' ve got that secret knock to my door. | |
I wake up some days with a knot in my heart | |
Where oh where, where are you? | |
It' s hard and weird not to know how your day begins | |
though I' m lying next to someone new. | |
Calm and collected. | |
I' m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones. | |
These new distractions like growing grasses | |
hide the path between our homes. |