Circulation 歌词
| 歌曲 | Circulation |
| 歌手 | The Early November |
| 专辑 | Imbue |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| There’s a darkness | |
| In the most well lit room | |
| Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place | |
| And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for | |
| I am the radiator throwing heat | |
| And you’re the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm | |
| Oh the tales we tell are glorious | |
| Under the bed we sleep | |
| Under the dreams we dream | |
| The dust that fills our lungs | |
| Accumulates to the root of our body’s weakness | |
| We are what we believe in | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Blind by self depletion scared | |
| I got to dry my hands and bleach em all | |
| Find myself a reason not to cover up | |
| The court didn’t give me a chance to make my case | |
| Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain | |
| Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper | |
| Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer | |
| Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday | |
| Becoming sand to remain that way forever |
| There' s a darkness | |
| In the most well lit room | |
| Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place | |
| And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for | |
| I am the radiator throwing heat | |
| And you' re the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm | |
| Oh the tales we tell are glorious | |
| Under the bed we sleep | |
| Under the dreams we dream | |
| The dust that fills our lungs | |
| Accumulates to the root of our body' s weakness | |
| We are what we believe in | |
| Chorus | |
| Blind by self depletion scared | |
| I got to dry my hands and bleach em all | |
| Find myself a reason not to cover up | |
| The court didn' t give me a chance to make my case | |
| Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain | |
| Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper | |
| Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer | |
| Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday | |
| Becoming sand to remain that way forever |
| There' s a darkness | |
| In the most well lit room | |
| Even the brightest bulb needs to be held in place | |
| And fed by the energy we fight for, we fight for | |
| I am the radiator throwing heat | |
| And you' re the fire burning oil, this we need to stay warm | |
| Oh the tales we tell are glorious | |
| Under the bed we sleep | |
| Under the dreams we dream | |
| The dust that fills our lungs | |
| Accumulates to the root of our body' s weakness | |
| We are what we believe in | |
| Chorus | |
| Blind by self depletion scared | |
| I got to dry my hands and bleach em all | |
| Find myself a reason not to cover up | |
| The court didn' t give me a chance to make my case | |
| Thrown out like old boxes, my words they sit wet in the rain | |
| Until they dissolve away just balling up like old paper | |
| Almost like litter to the side of the road until it no longer | |
| Can hold its shape, just crumble into the earth someday | |
| Becoming sand to remain that way forever |
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