Song | Love Underground |
Artist | Robbers on High Street |
Album | Tree City |
作曲 : Mercado, Trokan | |
Now Keely waits it out | |
Well, she's only young enough for somethings | |
Healing the sick and dumb | |
In low on the radar, the smoking gun | |
We're moving fast enough to function | |
Fast enough to function | |
Maybe it's me 'cause | |
I seem to think in twos and threes | |
So find your open door | |
In through the skin-tight sound | |
And keep that love underground | |
Busy scenery | |
So transfixed on transparent things | |
An eye for her tiger a bee for her bloom | |
She crosses her fingers and crosses the room | |
So catch your salted tears | |
Before they hit the ground | |
And keep that love underground |
zuò qǔ : Mercado, Trokan | |
Now Keely waits it out | |
Well, she' s only young enough for somethings | |
Healing the sick and dumb | |
In low on the radar, the smoking gun | |
We' re moving fast enough to function | |
Fast enough to function | |
Maybe it' s me ' cause | |
I seem to think in twos and threes | |
So find your open door | |
In through the skintight sound | |
And keep that love underground | |
Busy scenery | |
So transfixed on transparent things | |
An eye for her tiger a bee for her bloom | |
She crosses her fingers and crosses the room | |
So catch your salted tears | |
Before they hit the ground | |
And keep that love underground |