歌曲 | Graves and the Infinite Arm |
歌手 | Electric President |
专辑 | Sleep Well |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooper, Kane | |
Dig yourself a hole and throw your asthma in | |
Throw the toys in after | |
Cover them with earth | |
Dig another hole and throw your conscience in | |
Drop your hiccups down | |
And arrange them well | |
Dig a deeper hole and bury all those words | |
Bury all the fangs | |
That they bared last night | |
Dig another one and put yourself inside | |
And close your eyes | |
It's comfortable | |
Crawling through the house in darkness | |
Cause I'm looking for a blanket | |
Yeah, I've got another hole to fill now | |
Gotta keep them going | |
Gather clothes and books and photos | |
Gather anything of value | |
And I'll cover them with dirt and compost | |
Make a place to lay my head | |
No light in this room | |
Just the glow from the oven | |
And the screech of their laughter is all you can hear | |
If you just close your eyes | |
You can pretend it's heaven | |
We might be crooked now | |
But we're even when we grow | |
If you catch yourself drifting | |
If your feet leave the ground | |
Warp your arms around a lamp post | |
Or just drift until you're found | |
If you could see me now | |
We'd laugh yourself to stitches | |
We might be crooked now | |
But it doesn't matter what we show | |
Cause we'll be even when we grow |
zuo qu : Cooper, Kane | |
Dig yourself a hole and throw your asthma in | |
Throw the toys in after | |
Cover them with earth | |
Dig another hole and throw your conscience in | |
Drop your hiccups down | |
And arrange them well | |
Dig a deeper hole and bury all those words | |
Bury all the fangs | |
That they bared last night | |
Dig another one and put yourself inside | |
And close your eyes | |
It' s comfortable | |
Crawling through the house in darkness | |
Cause I' m looking for a blanket | |
Yeah, I' ve got another hole to fill now | |
Gotta keep them going | |
Gather clothes and books and photos | |
Gather anything of value | |
And I' ll cover them with dirt and compost | |
Make a place to lay my head | |
No light in this room | |
Just the glow from the oven | |
And the screech of their laughter is all you can hear | |
If you just close your eyes | |
You can pretend it' s heaven | |
We might be crooked now | |
But we' re even when we grow | |
If you catch yourself drifting | |
If your feet leave the ground | |
Warp your arms around a lamp post | |
Or just drift until you' re found | |
If you could see me now | |
We' d laugh yourself to stitches | |
We might be crooked now | |
But it doesn' t matter what we show | |
Cause we' ll be even when we grow |
zuò qǔ : Cooper, Kane | |
Dig yourself a hole and throw your asthma in | |
Throw the toys in after | |
Cover them with earth | |
Dig another hole and throw your conscience in | |
Drop your hiccups down | |
And arrange them well | |
Dig a deeper hole and bury all those words | |
Bury all the fangs | |
That they bared last night | |
Dig another one and put yourself inside | |
And close your eyes | |
It' s comfortable | |
Crawling through the house in darkness | |
Cause I' m looking for a blanket | |
Yeah, I' ve got another hole to fill now | |
Gotta keep them going | |
Gather clothes and books and photos | |
Gather anything of value | |
And I' ll cover them with dirt and compost | |
Make a place to lay my head | |
No light in this room | |
Just the glow from the oven | |
And the screech of their laughter is all you can hear | |
If you just close your eyes | |
You can pretend it' s heaven | |
We might be crooked now | |
But we' re even when we grow | |
If you catch yourself drifting | |
If your feet leave the ground | |
Warp your arms around a lamp post | |
Or just drift until you' re found | |
If you could see me now | |
We' d laugh yourself to stitches | |
We might be crooked now | |
But it doesn' t matter what we show | |
Cause we' ll be even when we grow |