Song | Department of Forseeable Outcomes |
Artist | The Lovely Sparrows |
Album | Bury the Cynics |
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作曲 : Jones | |
I planted some trees | |
They were so fragile they snapped in the breeze | |
Said, prove me wrong | |
Come back in the summer when the freeze is gone | |
So I tossed out some seeds | |
Over my shoulder in the careless breeze | |
If I could find a careless breeze | |
So I called the department of forseeable outcomes | |
They said "You should've known better." | |
I said "Yeah, but I moved here for the weather." | |
I've held on tight, crooked hearts don't beat right | |
I've blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I'd do it again | |
If I thought I could set yours towards mine | |
But I have seen the days of my quite life | |
Put subside for the church and I don't see why | |
You'll bury them in so deeply | |
Don't bury them so deeply | |
Don't bury them |
zuo qu : Jones | |
I planted some trees | |
They were so fragile they snapped in the breeze | |
Said, prove me wrong | |
Come back in the summer when the freeze is gone | |
So I tossed out some seeds | |
Over my shoulder in the careless breeze | |
If I could find a careless breeze | |
So I called the department of forseeable outcomes | |
They said " You should' ve known better." | |
I said " Yeah, but I moved here for the weather." | |
I' ve held on tight, crooked hearts don' t beat right | |
I' ve blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I' d do it again | |
If I thought I could set yours towards mine | |
But I have seen the days of my quite life | |
Put subside for the church and I don' t see why | |
You' ll bury them in so deeply | |
Don' t bury them so deeply | |
Don' t bury them |
zuò qǔ : Jones | |
I planted some trees | |
They were so fragile they snapped in the breeze | |
Said, prove me wrong | |
Come back in the summer when the freeze is gone | |
So I tossed out some seeds | |
Over my shoulder in the careless breeze | |
If I could find a careless breeze | |
So I called the department of forseeable outcomes | |
They said " You should' ve known better." | |
I said " Yeah, but I moved here for the weather." | |
I' ve held on tight, crooked hearts don' t beat right | |
I' ve blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I' d do it again | |
If I thought I could set yours towards mine | |
But I have seen the days of my quite life | |
Put subside for the church and I don' t see why | |
You' ll bury them in so deeply | |
Don' t bury them so deeply | |
Don' t bury them |