歌曲 | Bulimic Beats |
歌手 | Catatonia |
专辑 | Equally Cursed & Blessed |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Catatonia, Matthews | |
I thought we'd escape | |
I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
I thought we'd escape | |
I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
But dreaming is for moonrise | |
And moonlight also ails those tired eyes | |
I treat him like a lady | |
I treat him as I would he unto me | |
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money | |
With silicone and poetry | |
But it's the end of me | |
I thought it could change | |
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
I couldn't get there Behind walls of Sunday papers | |
I thought it could change | |
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
But dreaming is for moonrise | |
And moonlight ails these tired eyes | |
I treat him like a lady | |
I treat him as I would he unto me | |
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money | |
With silicone and poetry | |
And it's the end of me | |
Here I am | |
Here I am | |
And here I stand | |
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand | |
Here I am | |
A front line with labels where I witness custard's last stand | |
Here I am |
zuo ci : Catatonia, Matthews | |
I thought we' d escape | |
I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
I thought we' d escape | |
I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
But dreaming is for moonrise | |
And moonlight also ails those tired eyes | |
I treat him like a lady | |
I treat him as I would he unto me | |
Give Rose roseseller a run for her money | |
With silicone and poetry | |
But it' s the end of me | |
I thought it could change | |
I' d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
I couldn' t get there Behind walls of Sunday papers | |
I thought it could change | |
I' d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
But dreaming is for moonrise | |
And moonlight ails these tired eyes | |
I treat him like a lady | |
I treat him as I would he unto me | |
Give Rose roseseller a run for her money | |
With silicone and poetry | |
And it' s the end of me | |
Here I am | |
Here I am | |
And here I stand | |
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand | |
Here I am | |
A front line with labels where I witness custard' s last stand | |
Here I am |
zuò cí : Catatonia, Matthews | |
I thought we' d escape | |
I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
I thought we' d escape | |
I packed a fishing line and counted on it | |
But dreaming is for moonrise | |
And moonlight also ails those tired eyes | |
I treat him like a lady | |
I treat him as I would he unto me | |
Give Rose roseseller a run for her money | |
With silicone and poetry | |
But it' s the end of me | |
I thought it could change | |
I' d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
I couldn' t get there Behind walls of Sunday papers | |
I thought it could change | |
I' d wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange | |
But dreaming is for moonrise | |
And moonlight ails these tired eyes | |
I treat him like a lady | |
I treat him as I would he unto me | |
Give Rose roseseller a run for her money | |
With silicone and poetry | |
And it' s the end of me | |
Here I am | |
Here I am | |
And here I stand | |
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand | |
Here I am | |
A front line with labels where I witness custard' s last stand | |
Here I am |