Song | Volumes |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Remote Luxury |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Willson-Piper | |
Borrowed grapes from stores of gold | |
Put plastic back where metal's sold | |
Men in quarries connect their bomb | |
One two three a new saigon | |
Check the bottle is it full? | |
Have you found which pin to pull? | |
Boys in shirts get dirty hands | |
Smoke kills seagulls on the sands | |
They have pages, they take ages | |
To read and to learn they're heavy to carry | |
And easy to burn | |
Volumes have secrets, take them on holiday | |
Book them a room, save them a moment | |
Swallow their swoon | |
Pretty things all in a row | |
Flowers who can't seem to grow | |
Finding the pearls then finding the blood | |
Then finding the water is wood | |
The something i wanted has just flown by | |
It looked at me sideways and told me to try | |
I hope it's a message from someone obscure | |
I hope it's the man next door |
zuo ci : WillsonPiper | |
Borrowed grapes from stores of gold | |
Put plastic back where metal' s sold | |
Men in quarries connect their bomb | |
One two three a new saigon | |
Check the bottle is it full? | |
Have you found which pin to pull? | |
Boys in shirts get dirty hands | |
Smoke kills seagulls on the sands | |
They have pages, they take ages | |
To read and to learn they' re heavy to carry | |
And easy to burn | |
Volumes have secrets, take them on holiday | |
Book them a room, save them a moment | |
Swallow their swoon | |
Pretty things all in a row | |
Flowers who can' t seem to grow | |
Finding the pearls then finding the blood | |
Then finding the water is wood | |
The something i wanted has just flown by | |
It looked at me sideways and told me to try | |
I hope it' s a message from someone obscure | |
I hope it' s the man next door |
zuò cí : WillsonPiper | |
Borrowed grapes from stores of gold | |
Put plastic back where metal' s sold | |
Men in quarries connect their bomb | |
One two three a new saigon | |
Check the bottle is it full? | |
Have you found which pin to pull? | |
Boys in shirts get dirty hands | |
Smoke kills seagulls on the sands | |
They have pages, they take ages | |
To read and to learn they' re heavy to carry | |
And easy to burn | |
Volumes have secrets, take them on holiday | |
Book them a room, save them a moment | |
Swallow their swoon | |
Pretty things all in a row | |
Flowers who can' t seem to grow | |
Finding the pearls then finding the blood | |
Then finding the water is wood | |
The something i wanted has just flown by | |
It looked at me sideways and told me to try | |
I hope it' s a message from someone obscure | |
I hope it' s the man next door |