Song | Boom Goes the Music Box |
Artist | Emily Rose |
Album | Porchlight Tragical |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Emily Rose |
[00:22.97] | He lives in a box full of bomb |
[00:26.97] | Making catastrophe |
[00:30.11] | A world of moving lines |
[00:34.20] | There's not a lot of room for our love in his house |
[00:41.38] | So we make it at mine |
[00:47.80] | |
[00:51.47] | And when he comes, his heart beat stops |
[01:02.90] | Before he leaves, he plants explosives in my music box |
[01:15.36] | I thought I could finger paint a liquid future |
[01:22.53] | A raindrop shot in the dark |
[01:26.48] | But I've got a lot of secrets to file |
[01:30.82] | In a thriving pile of what is breaking my heart |
[01:39.94] | |
[01:43.76] | And when he comes, his heart beat stops |
[01:55.64] | Before he leaves, he plants explosives in my music box |
[02:09.05] | Slowly I'll walk away from the crime scene |
[02:15.42] | And soon my flesh will return from bright green |
[02:21.23] | Back to a primary color |
[02:38.31] | |
[02:40.93] | I'll bury the pigment of the accidental bedroom |
[02:48.80] | I love you |
[02:50.75] | 'Till I become a paler shade with a hand grenade |
[02:58.71] | That I'm throwing back at you |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Emily Rose |
[00:22.97] | He lives in a box full of bomb |
[00:26.97] | Making catastrophe |
[00:30.11] | A world of moving lines |
[00:34.20] | There' s not a lot of room for our love in his house |
[00:41.38] | So we make it at mine |
[00:47.80] | |
[00:51.47] | And when he comes, his heart beat stops |
[01:02.90] | Before he leaves, he plants explosives in my music box |
[01:15.36] | I thought I could finger paint a liquid future |
[01:22.53] | A raindrop shot in the dark |
[01:26.48] | But I' ve got a lot of secrets to file |
[01:30.82] | In a thriving pile of what is breaking my heart |
[01:39.94] | |
[01:43.76] | And when he comes, his heart beat stops |
[01:55.64] | Before he leaves, he plants explosives in my music box |
[02:09.05] | Slowly I' ll walk away from the crime scene |
[02:15.42] | And soon my flesh will return from bright green |
[02:21.23] | Back to a primary color |
[02:38.31] | |
[02:40.93] | I' ll bury the pigment of the accidental bedroom |
[02:48.80] | I love you |
[02:50.75] | ' Till I become a paler shade with a hand grenade |
[02:58.71] | That I' m throwing back at you |