歌曲 | Track 13 |
歌手 | The Wytches |
专辑 | Annabel Dream Reader |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Kristian Bell |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : The Wytches |
[00:05.87] | In her sunshine blouse |
[00:10.81] | She prefers to keep the desperate men out |
[00:16.42] | If I stay far away and then she'll feel okay |
[00:21.33] | 'Cause the smile on her face is poison |
[00:30.35] | In her rotary chair |
[00:35.15] | She's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair |
[00:40.60] | And she's well-known for a tendency’s grown |
[00:45.89] | As the number on the scales shiver |
[00:54.32] | And we fight like the crows |
[00:57.46] | Shoulders, elbows |
[00:59.99] | All covered in blood from the phone girl's last purge |
[01:05.48] | Between selling me |
[01:07.98] | Your lover passing |
[01:10.40] | Well I fell with no pain |
[01:13.23] | But it hurts just the same |
[01:16.76] | Annabelle’s in the rain |
[01:21.84] | Reading those dreams for the number or names |
[01:26.93] | Well she comes across like an animal lost |
[01:32.43] | But her cage is the cleanest around |
[01:40.54] | And her parents hold her down in the night |
[01:45.89] | Before closing her eyes she said, “Everything’s fine” |
[01:51.56] | When she next arrives with a conscience divine |
[01:56.64] | And a smile on her face, artificial |
[02:02.01] | Yes the smile on your face, artificial |
[02:10.27] | Well I search through her paths, |
[02:12.65] | Running family since birth, |
[02:15.31] | And I feel like a one, |
[02:18.02] | Bury body in dirt. |
[02:20.58] | On my birthday I scream, |
[02:23.37] | Every day’s a bad dream, |
[02:26.00] | Or a story to sell, |
[02:29.00] | Stop reading me… Annabelle. |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Kristian Bell |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : The Wytches |
[00:05.87] | In her sunshine blouse |
[00:10.81] | She prefers to keep the desperate men out |
[00:16.42] | If I stay far away and then she' ll feel okay |
[00:21.33] | ' Cause the smile on her face is poison |
[00:30.35] | In her rotary chair |
[00:35.15] | She' s spinning too fast and it spits out her hair |
[00:40.60] | And she' s wellknown for a tendency' s grown |
[00:45.89] | As the number on the scales shiver |
[00:54.32] | And we fight like the crows |
[00:57.46] | Shoulders, elbows |
[00:59.99] | All covered in blood from the phone girl' s last purge |
[01:05.48] | Between selling me |
[01:07.98] | Your lover passing |
[01:10.40] | Well I fell with no pain |
[01:13.23] | But it hurts just the same |
[01:16.76] | Annabelle' s in the rain |
[01:21.84] | Reading those dreams for the number or names |
[01:26.93] | Well she comes across like an animal lost |
[01:32.43] | But her cage is the cleanest around |
[01:40.54] | And her parents hold her down in the night |
[01:45.89] | Before closing her eyes she said, " Everything' s fine" |
[01:51.56] | When she next arrives with a conscience divine |
[01:56.64] | And a smile on her face, artificial |
[02:02.01] | Yes the smile on your face, artificial |
[02:10.27] | Well I search through her paths, |
[02:12.65] | Running family since birth, |
[02:15.31] | And I feel like a one, |
[02:18.02] | Bury body in dirt. |
[02:20.58] | On my birthday I scream, |
[02:23.37] | Every day' s a bad dream, |
[02:26.00] | Or a story to sell, |
[02:29.00] | Stop reading me Annabelle. |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Kristian Bell |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : The Wytches |
[00:05.87] | In her sunshine blouse |
[00:10.81] | She prefers to keep the desperate men out |
[00:16.42] | If I stay far away and then she' ll feel okay |
[00:21.33] | ' Cause the smile on her face is poison |
[00:30.35] | In her rotary chair |
[00:35.15] | She' s spinning too fast and it spits out her hair |
[00:40.60] | And she' s wellknown for a tendency' s grown |
[00:45.89] | As the number on the scales shiver |
[00:54.32] | And we fight like the crows |
[00:57.46] | Shoulders, elbows |
[00:59.99] | All covered in blood from the phone girl' s last purge |
[01:05.48] | Between selling me |
[01:07.98] | Your lover passing |
[01:10.40] | Well I fell with no pain |
[01:13.23] | But it hurts just the same |
[01:16.76] | Annabelle' s in the rain |
[01:21.84] | Reading those dreams for the number or names |
[01:26.93] | Well she comes across like an animal lost |
[01:32.43] | But her cage is the cleanest around |
[01:40.54] | And her parents hold her down in the night |
[01:45.89] | Before closing her eyes she said, " Everything' s fine" |
[01:51.56] | When she next arrives with a conscience divine |
[01:56.64] | And a smile on her face, artificial |
[02:02.01] | Yes the smile on your face, artificial |
[02:10.27] | Well I search through her paths, |
[02:12.65] | Running family since birth, |
[02:15.31] | And I feel like a one, |
[02:18.02] | Bury body in dirt. |
[02:20.58] | On my birthday I scream, |
[02:23.37] | Every day' s a bad dream, |
[02:26.00] | Or a story to sell, |
[02:29.00] | Stop reading me Annabelle. |