歌曲 | Lost Patrol |
歌手 | Big Country |
专辑 | King Biscuit Flower Hour [live] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:26.42] | Artist:big country |
[00:29.61] | Songs Title:lost patrol |
[01:14.92] | We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide |
[01:27.65] | The compass of decision falls always on one side |
[01:31.33] | But many went before us, and still the cries are clear |
[01:35.57] | There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer |
[01:42.13] | We save no souls |
[01:46.62] | We break no promises |
[01:51.05] | We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom |
[03:50.27] | The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune |
[03:54.20] | Men with open arms turn their faces half away |
[03:58.06] | Observe as we approach that we have not come to save |
[04:01.89] | We stand as thick as vines though the fruit is torn away |
[04:05.13] | |
[04:05.97] | There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay /n We save no souls |
[00:26.42] | Artist: big country |
[00:29.61] | Songs Title: lost patrol |
[01:14.92] | We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide |
[01:27.65] | The compass of decision falls always on one side |
[01:31.33] | But many went before us, and still the cries are clear |
[01:35.57] | There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer |
[01:42.13] | We save no souls |
[01:46.62] | We break no promises |
[01:51.05] | We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom |
[03:50.27] | The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune |
[03:54.20] | Men with open arms turn their faces half away |
[03:58.06] | Observe as we approach that we have not come to save |
[04:01.89] | We stand as thick as vines though the fruit is torn away |
[04:05.13] | |
[04:05.97] | There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay n We save no souls |
[00:26.42] | Artist: big country |
[00:29.61] | Songs Title: lost patrol |
[01:14.92] | We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide |
[01:27.65] | The compass of decision falls always on one side |
[01:31.33] | But many went before us, and still the cries are clear |
[01:35.57] | There is no beauty here, just the stench of wine and beer |
[01:42.13] | We save no souls |
[01:46.62] | We break no promises |
[01:51.05] | We can do nothing more than move on headlong through the gloom |
[03:50.27] | The thorn between our lips is the missionaries tune |
[03:54.20] | Men with open arms turn their faces half away |
[03:58.06] | Observe as we approach that we have not come to save |
[04:01.89] | We stand as thick as vines though the fruit is torn away |
[04:05.13] | |
[04:05.97] | There is no beauty here, friends, just death and dark decay n We save no souls |