作词 : Barlow, Gaffney, Loewenstein | |
Trailing on next to sick | |
Only broken magic sticks | |
Evil pins never snare | |
Figured out how to get nowhere | |
Flying lead-filled flapping gills | |
Phantom God in frozen time | |
Comfort crawls into flight | |
Wait for men grown, thunder dyin’ | |
Free toes roost on dancing wire | |
Puzzling out a selfish high | |
Commandment of meadow mouse | |
Kiss the ground, lift up the house | |
Wrapped in blankets of the mother’s skin | |
Perpetuate a freedom | |
But there’s nowhere to begin | |
Bind one sky, ground to soil | |
No one could care how your blood is boiling | |
Grab a rubber needle, try to stick someone | |
Needle is inverted to a rotten heart | |
Simple, plain and simple | |
Stars for eyes | |
He’s eager and overripe | |
His tongue gets tied | |
Weakened by a mighty blow | |
Scars, four eyes | |
A limping "fell to stupid man" | |
Whose tongue is tied |
zuo ci : Barlow, Gaffney, Loewenstein | |
Trailing on next to sick | |
Only broken magic sticks | |
Evil pins never snare | |
Figured out how to get nowhere | |
Flying leadfilled flapping gills | |
Phantom God in frozen time | |
Comfort crawls into flight | |
Wait for men grown, thunder dyin' | |
Free toes roost on dancing wire | |
Puzzling out a selfish high | |
Commandment of meadow mouse | |
Kiss the ground, lift up the house | |
Wrapped in blankets of the mother' s skin | |
Perpetuate a freedom | |
But there' s nowhere to begin | |
Bind one sky, ground to soil | |
No one could care how your blood is boiling | |
Grab a rubber needle, try to stick someone | |
Needle is inverted to a rotten heart | |
Simple, plain and simple | |
Stars for eyes | |
He' s eager and overripe | |
His tongue gets tied | |
Weakened by a mighty blow | |
Scars, four eyes | |
A limping " fell to stupid man" | |
Whose tongue is tied |
zuò cí : Barlow, Gaffney, Loewenstein | |
Trailing on next to sick | |
Only broken magic sticks | |
Evil pins never snare | |
Figured out how to get nowhere | |
Flying leadfilled flapping gills | |
Phantom God in frozen time | |
Comfort crawls into flight | |
Wait for men grown, thunder dyin' | |
Free toes roost on dancing wire | |
Puzzling out a selfish high | |
Commandment of meadow mouse | |
Kiss the ground, lift up the house | |
Wrapped in blankets of the mother' s skin | |
Perpetuate a freedom | |
But there' s nowhere to begin | |
Bind one sky, ground to soil | |
No one could care how your blood is boiling | |
Grab a rubber needle, try to stick someone | |
Needle is inverted to a rotten heart | |
Simple, plain and simple | |
Stars for eyes | |
He' s eager and overripe | |
His tongue gets tied | |
Weakened by a mighty blow | |
Scars, four eyes | |
A limping " fell to stupid man" | |
Whose tongue is tied |