Song | Wild Gardens |
Artist | Magneta Lane |
Album | Dancing With Daggers |
作曲 : King, Valentine | |
We're children, we're dancing in gardens | |
Her heart rests on him with the stillness | |
Of lights in the night time she's dancing | |
Waiting for his hearts twin rythym | |
I'm tired of loving you... | |
Now darling she can't keep on waiting | |
Till you give a fuck that she's fading | |
Her blood it flows softly inside her | |
Spinning awaiting her lover | |
So kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her feel alive... | |
Now a man stands with his palms | |
Offering what she wants from her true lovers arms | |
Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her feel alive again, again, again... | |
There's hair in my palms from patience | |
I hate you admire my patience | |
Her heart is conflicting with reason | |
Her temper is changing the season | |
So kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her come alive.... | |
Now a man stands with his palms | |
Offering what she wants from her true lovers arms | |
Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her feel alive again, again, again... | |
So you stand there with your palms | |
Offering what | |
I want from my true lovers arms | |
Stranger will you kiss my lips tonight | |
Please make me feel alive again, again, again |
zuò qǔ : King, Valentine | |
We' re children, we' re dancing in gardens | |
Her heart rests on him with the stillness | |
Of lights in the night time she' s dancing | |
Waiting for his hearts twin rythym | |
I' m tired of loving you... | |
Now darling she can' t keep on waiting | |
Till you give a fuck that she' s fading | |
Her blood it flows softly inside her | |
Spinning awaiting her lover | |
So kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her feel alive... | |
Now a man stands with his palms | |
Offering what she wants from her true lovers arms | |
Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her feel alive again, again, again... | |
There' s hair in my palms from patience | |
I hate you admire my patience | |
Her heart is conflicting with reason | |
Her temper is changing the season | |
So kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her come alive.... | |
Now a man stands with his palms | |
Offering what she wants from her true lovers arms | |
Stranger will you kiss her lips tonight | |
Please make her feel alive again, again, again... | |
So you stand there with your palms | |
Offering what | |
I want from my true lovers arms | |
Stranger will you kiss my lips tonight | |
Please make me feel alive again, again, again |