| Song | Mr. Fish |
| Artist | Pile |
| Album | You're Better Than This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pile | |
| Mr. Fish - pile | |
| My name is Darryl Fish and I changed when I turned 21 | |
| I used to feel the sun��s warmth on my arms | |
| Now the sky just opens up. | |
| I pull the sheets over my head and try hard | |
| To disappear. But in bed with me is | |
| A zoo of formless tenants that I wrestle with | |
| They burrow into me and push out through my limbs. | |
| They find their way out. | |
| Woke up in the middle of the ocean | |
| With everyone without faces. | |
| ��I only want this thing to drift and I��ll cut any rope that��s got an anchor on it and if you try to keep us here I��ll drill a hole at my feet if I need.�� | |
| Then the choir surrounds him and they push their song | |
| That always seems off | |
| I wouldn��t call them wrong | |
| I just wouldn��t ask them at all | |
| ��I wonder if my fate has been taped to my back because all their eyes look like they��re reading me as forms I was supposed to have filled out | |
| but it��s all paperwork I don��t need to have�� | |
| Floats hands behind head | |
| And then he sees the choir | |
| Pulling the ship off into the sky gaping open | |
| It��s dark now, and he wonders when | |
| The sun will come up and how it��ll feel on his skin and if it will at al |
| zuo qu : Pile | |
| Mr. Fish pile | |
| My name is Darryl Fish and I changed when I turned 21 | |
| I used to feel the sun s warmth on my arms | |
| Now the sky just opens up. | |
| I pull the sheets over my head and try hard | |
| To disappear. But in bed with me is | |
| A zoo of formless tenants that I wrestle with | |
| They burrow into me and push out through my limbs. | |
| They find their way out. | |
| Woke up in the middle of the ocean | |
| With everyone without faces. | |
| I only want this thing to drift and I ll cut any rope that s got an anchor on it and if you try to keep us here I ll drill a hole at my feet if I need. | |
| Then the choir surrounds him and they push their song | |
| That always seems off | |
| I wouldn t call them wrong | |
| I just wouldn t ask them at all | |
| I wonder if my fate has been taped to my back because all their eyes look like they re reading me as forms I was supposed to have filled out | |
| but it s all paperwork I don t need to have | |
| Floats hands behind head | |
| And then he sees the choir | |
| Pulling the ship off into the sky gaping open | |
| It s dark now, and he wonders when | |
| The sun will come up and how it ll feel on his skin and if it will at al |
| zuò qǔ : Pile | |
| Mr. Fish pile | |
| My name is Darryl Fish and I changed when I turned 21 | |
| I used to feel the sun s warmth on my arms | |
| Now the sky just opens up. | |
| I pull the sheets over my head and try hard | |
| To disappear. But in bed with me is | |
| A zoo of formless tenants that I wrestle with | |
| They burrow into me and push out through my limbs. | |
| They find their way out. | |
| Woke up in the middle of the ocean | |
| With everyone without faces. | |
| I only want this thing to drift and I ll cut any rope that s got an anchor on it and if you try to keep us here I ll drill a hole at my feet if I need. | |
| Then the choir surrounds him and they push their song | |
| That always seems off | |
| I wouldn t call them wrong | |
| I just wouldn t ask them at all | |
| I wonder if my fate has been taped to my back because all their eyes look like they re reading me as forms I was supposed to have filled out | |
| but it s all paperwork I don t need to have | |
| Floats hands behind head | |
| And then he sees the choir | |
| Pulling the ship off into the sky gaping open | |
| It s dark now, and he wonders when | |
| The sun will come up and how it ll feel on his skin and if it will at al |