Song | Jism |
Artist | Tindersticks |
Album | Tindersticks [II] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tindersticks | |
If she'd have known | |
She'd have shown me | |
I need to taste her pain | |
For encouragement | |
If she'd have known | |
She'd have shown me | |
I need to taste her pain | |
For accomplishment | |
See, I can only take it out on you | |
There's no-one else | |
I can trust | |
See, I can only take it out on you | |
There's no-one else but us around | |
You hide these things so well | |
There's no finding | |
You hide these things so well | |
There's no finding, no finding | |
These runs into the blue | |
There are no edges | |
How do I know where you are now? | |
These paper cuts | |
Need those gravel grind | |
Need those pictures to wake me | |
Give up the drugs | |
Take the power | |
I offer Oh the deeper | |
I go The further | |
I fall The more | |
I know The tighter your grip around me | |
So easily broken | |
Running down your skin | |
And the pain runs into the blue | |
If there's ever anyone else, | |
I'll understand | |
And kill them | |
And I'll overflow your every inlet | |
You will not cough and spit | |
You awoke from the end | |
And I tell you with my tongue between your toes | |
If there's ever anyone else | |
Don't let them do this | |
And I'll laugh and revel | |
As you scratch and crawl | |
If there's ever anyone else | |
Just show them the ugly mess | |
You hide these things so well | |
There's no finding | |
You hide these things so well | |
There's no finding, no finding |
zuo ci : Tindersticks | |
If she' d have known | |
She' d have shown me | |
I need to taste her pain | |
For encouragement | |
If she' d have known | |
She' d have shown me | |
I need to taste her pain | |
For accomplishment | |
See, I can only take it out on you | |
There' s noone else | |
I can trust | |
See, I can only take it out on you | |
There' s noone else but us around | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding, no finding | |
These runs into the blue | |
There are no edges | |
How do I know where you are now? | |
These paper cuts | |
Need those gravel grind | |
Need those pictures to wake me | |
Give up the drugs | |
Take the power | |
I offer Oh the deeper | |
I go The further | |
I fall The more | |
I know The tighter your grip around me | |
So easily broken | |
Running down your skin | |
And the pain runs into the blue | |
If there' s ever anyone else, | |
I' ll understand | |
And kill them | |
And I' ll overflow your every inlet | |
You will not cough and spit | |
You awoke from the end | |
And I tell you with my tongue between your toes | |
If there' s ever anyone else | |
Don' t let them do this | |
And I' ll laugh and revel | |
As you scratch and crawl | |
If there' s ever anyone else | |
Just show them the ugly mess | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding, no finding |
zuò cí : Tindersticks | |
If she' d have known | |
She' d have shown me | |
I need to taste her pain | |
For encouragement | |
If she' d have known | |
She' d have shown me | |
I need to taste her pain | |
For accomplishment | |
See, I can only take it out on you | |
There' s noone else | |
I can trust | |
See, I can only take it out on you | |
There' s noone else but us around | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding, no finding | |
These runs into the blue | |
There are no edges | |
How do I know where you are now? | |
These paper cuts | |
Need those gravel grind | |
Need those pictures to wake me | |
Give up the drugs | |
Take the power | |
I offer Oh the deeper | |
I go The further | |
I fall The more | |
I know The tighter your grip around me | |
So easily broken | |
Running down your skin | |
And the pain runs into the blue | |
If there' s ever anyone else, | |
I' ll understand | |
And kill them | |
And I' ll overflow your every inlet | |
You will not cough and spit | |
You awoke from the end | |
And I tell you with my tongue between your toes | |
If there' s ever anyone else | |
Don' t let them do this | |
And I' ll laugh and revel | |
As you scratch and crawl | |
If there' s ever anyone else | |
Just show them the ugly mess | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding | |
You hide these things so well | |
There' s no finding, no finding |