歌曲 | Twilights Pool |
歌手 | And Also the Trees |
专辑 | The Evening of the 24th |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Transparent babies we walk like men | |
Across the marshes and back again | |
We seek a different view | |
A world that's fresh and new | |
We wait together at twilights pose | |
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Fill your lungs | |
With fluid rare as morning dew | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Transparent babies, we walk like men | |
Across the marshes and back again | |
We seek a different view | |
From each hill | |
We drip the morning dew | |
A world that's fresh and new | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Our reflected bodies rise | |
And walk like the new born | |
On ploughed earth waves | |
She craves | |
Fill your lungs | |
Fluid pure as morning dew |
zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Transparent babies we walk like men | |
Across the marshes and back again | |
We seek a different view | |
A world that' s fresh and new | |
We wait together at twilights pose | |
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Fill your lungs | |
With fluid rare as morning dew | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Transparent babies, we walk like men | |
Across the marshes and back again | |
We seek a different view | |
From each hill | |
We drip the morning dew | |
A world that' s fresh and new | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Our reflected bodies rise | |
And walk like the new born | |
On ploughed earth waves | |
She craves | |
Fill your lungs | |
Fluid pure as morning dew |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Transparent babies we walk like men | |
Across the marshes and back again | |
We seek a different view | |
A world that' s fresh and new | |
We wait together at twilights pose | |
Bodies dance forever, the cool dark pool | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Fill your lungs | |
With fluid rare as morning dew | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Transparent babies, we walk like men | |
Across the marshes and back again | |
We seek a different view | |
From each hill | |
We drip the morning dew | |
A world that' s fresh and new | |
She craves to swallow you | |
Our reflected bodies rise | |
And walk like the new born | |
On ploughed earth waves | |
She craves | |
Fill your lungs | |
Fluid pure as morning dew |