Song | It's Okay to Be Small |
Artist | Lycia |
Album | Tripping Back Into the Broken Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Vanportfleet, Vanportfleet | |
Skies are open again | |
Birds in the willows...grin | |
I watched you drowned | |
Afraid of the sight, afraid of the sound | |
Swallowing air, lungs break | |
Heart in your hand, heart in ache | |
Blue grass blowing again | |
Waves through the summer trees spin | |
Bumble bees drinking lilac wine | |
Soft is the fur, tangled and vine | |
I watched you cry | |
Afraid of the light, afraid you would die | |
Listen for breath, bone body aches | |
Alone in the night, loneliness breaks | |
Cotton flies in the sky | |
Wind breaks the branch, orioles fly | |
Dark skies grow, clouds fill with rain | |
Summer storm rolls | |
Electric again |
zuo ci : Vanportfleet, Vanportfleet | |
Skies are open again | |
Birds in the willows... grin | |
I watched you drowned | |
Afraid of the sight, afraid of the sound | |
Swallowing air, lungs break | |
Heart in your hand, heart in ache | |
Blue grass blowing again | |
Waves through the summer trees spin | |
Bumble bees drinking lilac wine | |
Soft is the fur, tangled and vine | |
I watched you cry | |
Afraid of the light, afraid you would die | |
Listen for breath, bone body aches | |
Alone in the night, loneliness breaks | |
Cotton flies in the sky | |
Wind breaks the branch, orioles fly | |
Dark skies grow, clouds fill with rain | |
Summer storm rolls | |
Electric again |
zuò cí : Vanportfleet, Vanportfleet | |
Skies are open again | |
Birds in the willows... grin | |
I watched you drowned | |
Afraid of the sight, afraid of the sound | |
Swallowing air, lungs break | |
Heart in your hand, heart in ache | |
Blue grass blowing again | |
Waves through the summer trees spin | |
Bumble bees drinking lilac wine | |
Soft is the fur, tangled and vine | |
I watched you cry | |
Afraid of the light, afraid you would die | |
Listen for breath, bone body aches | |
Alone in the night, loneliness breaks | |
Cotton flies in the sky | |
Wind breaks the branch, orioles fly | |
Dark skies grow, clouds fill with rain | |
Summer storm rolls | |
Electric again |