| Song | Molasses and Stone |
| Artist | Jeff Lang |
| Album | Prepare Me Well |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lang | |
| You put your hand through the skin of my arm | |
| And I'm falling through the floor | |
| The magic act of your casual charm | |
| I can't shrug it away any more | |
| You put your cool hand onto my head | |
| And I'm mumbling molasses and stone | |
| You're weaving your spell in the tomb of my bed | |
| I can't shrug you away on my own | |
| My demons can feed you | |
| Every line in the book | |
| Good God I can't bleed you | |
| Out of my eyes | |
| You walk by my side | |
| You sit in my pocket | |
| With each hit I took | |
| You put your hands on my knees and thighs | |
| And I kneel at the bottom of a well | |
| Your finest trick is to cloak prying eyes | |
| I can't shrug you away so I fell | |
| I can't shrug you away so I felL |
| zuo qu : Lang | |
| You put your hand through the skin of my arm | |
| And I' m falling through the floor | |
| The magic act of your casual charm | |
| I can' t shrug it away any more | |
| You put your cool hand onto my head | |
| And I' m mumbling molasses and stone | |
| You' re weaving your spell in the tomb of my bed | |
| I can' t shrug you away on my own | |
| My demons can feed you | |
| Every line in the book | |
| Good God I can' t bleed you | |
| Out of my eyes | |
| You walk by my side | |
| You sit in my pocket | |
| With each hit I took | |
| You put your hands on my knees and thighs | |
| And I kneel at the bottom of a well | |
| Your finest trick is to cloak prying eyes | |
| I can' t shrug you away so I fell | |
| I can' t shrug you away so I felL |
| zuò qǔ : Lang | |
| You put your hand through the skin of my arm | |
| And I' m falling through the floor | |
| The magic act of your casual charm | |
| I can' t shrug it away any more | |
| You put your cool hand onto my head | |
| And I' m mumbling molasses and stone | |
| You' re weaving your spell in the tomb of my bed | |
| I can' t shrug you away on my own | |
| My demons can feed you | |
| Every line in the book | |
| Good God I can' t bleed you | |
| Out of my eyes | |
| You walk by my side | |
| You sit in my pocket | |
| With each hit I took | |
| You put your hands on my knees and thighs | |
| And I kneel at the bottom of a well | |
| Your finest trick is to cloak prying eyes | |
| I can' t shrug you away so I fell | |
| I can' t shrug you away so I felL |