歌曲 | Silent Thunder |
歌手 | Christian Death |
专辑 | Atrocities |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My bed is the garden where voices all meet | |
Hands skim through the water beneath my pillow | |
Stones like rain wash away the hours | |
The hands on my clock, sex, wilted flowers | |
Silent Thunder pries me to sleep | |
Falling the edge so steep | |
And if my eyes shy from the morning | |
My lips will taste of unripened fruit | |
Words without a language call from the past | |
The future was the day before the last | |
Silent Thunder pries me to sleep | |
Falling the edge so steep |