Song | Eight of Nine |
Artist | The Ataris |
Album | So Long, Astoria |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Roe | |
these hospital walls are the palest of white | |
here in this desert they're reciting my last rites | |
the smell of these halls | |
brings temporary comfort | |
as the oxygen flows through my blood | |
el corazon was poisoned tonight... | |
she's on her eight of nine. | |
when half of all your prayers are insincere, | |
the other half are lies. | |
here is this watermark under this bridge. | |
the point where it all crested, | |
rolled back and drifted into the sea. | |
i climb from this wreckage | |
as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs. | |
the closest of close calls has happened tonight. | |
it's time that i made things right | |
for the first time, | |
since the last time. | |
let this moment of clarity | |
lift this curse that has been cast upon me. | |
appreciate the good times, | |
but don't take the worst for granted. | |
'cause you only get so many second chances |
zuo qu : Roe | |
these hospital walls are the palest of white | |
here in this desert they' re reciting my last rites | |
the smell of these halls | |
brings temporary comfort | |
as the oxygen flows through my blood | |
el corazon was poisoned tonight... | |
she' s on her eight of nine. | |
when half of all your prayers are insincere, | |
the other half are lies. | |
here is this watermark under this bridge. | |
the point where it all crested, | |
rolled back and drifted into the sea. | |
i climb from this wreckage | |
as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs. | |
the closest of close calls has happened tonight. | |
it' s time that i made things right | |
for the first time, | |
since the last time. | |
let this moment of clarity | |
lift this curse that has been cast upon me. | |
appreciate the good times, | |
but don' t take the worst for granted. | |
' cause you only get so many second chances |
zuò qǔ : Roe | |
these hospital walls are the palest of white | |
here in this desert they' re reciting my last rites | |
the smell of these halls | |
brings temporary comfort | |
as the oxygen flows through my blood | |
el corazon was poisoned tonight... | |
she' s on her eight of nine. | |
when half of all your prayers are insincere, | |
the other half are lies. | |
here is this watermark under this bridge. | |
the point where it all crested, | |
rolled back and drifted into the sea. | |
i climb from this wreckage | |
as the smoke begins to clear from my lungs. | |
the closest of close calls has happened tonight. | |
it' s time that i made things right | |
for the first time, | |
since the last time. | |
let this moment of clarity | |
lift this curse that has been cast upon me. | |
appreciate the good times, | |
but don' t take the worst for granted. | |
' cause you only get so many second chances |