歌曲 | How Far We All Come Away |
歌手 | Phosphorescent |
专辑 | A Hundred Times or More |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Houck | |
in the hands of every bashful mother | |
is a quiet delay some calm to recover | |
accepting all kindness and blindness to all | |
them who fire away demanding a reason | |
and i'd never beckon or for one second dare | |
ever call you away o but they sing, embracing, for you | |
our bodies exhausted fall sideways to lay | |
and your arms made a place where my face liked to bury | |
then lifting (but not lifting) but drifting away | |
to where the angels would play like you'd almost forgotten | |
and then on with the next breath so impossibly new | |
like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth | |
i dont want to go home | |
i want to come home |
zuo qu : Houck | |
in the hands of every bashful mother | |
is a quiet delay some calm to recover | |
accepting all kindness and blindness to all | |
them who fire away demanding a reason | |
and i' d never beckon or for one second dare | |
ever call you away o but they sing, embracing, for you | |
our bodies exhausted fall sideways to lay | |
and your arms made a place where my face liked to bury | |
then lifting but not lifting but drifting away | |
to where the angels would play like you' d almost forgotten | |
and then on with the next breath so impossibly new | |
like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth | |
i dont want to go home | |
i want to come home |
zuò qǔ : Houck | |
in the hands of every bashful mother | |
is a quiet delay some calm to recover | |
accepting all kindness and blindness to all | |
them who fire away demanding a reason | |
and i' d never beckon or for one second dare | |
ever call you away o but they sing, embracing, for you | |
our bodies exhausted fall sideways to lay | |
and your arms made a place where my face liked to bury | |
then lifting but not lifting but drifting away | |
to where the angels would play like you' d almost forgotten | |
and then on with the next breath so impossibly new | |
like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth | |
i dont want to go home | |
i want to come home |