Song | Sigh's Smell Of Farewell |
Artist | Cocteau Twins |
Album | Lullabies to Violaine, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cocteau Twins | |
作词 : Cocteau Twins | |
In all my fantasies | |
So many fly above my head | |
I sighed see angry | |
So many fly above his head | |
He says, we always have these stars | |
Some street they're in | |
My street street, now sold | |
My street street, now mine | |
Street street, now | |
Street street | |
So many fly above my sighs | |
He sighs, we always have these stars | |
Some street, my human part is | |
So many fly above your head | |
I sighed, see them, be them | |
He sighed, such things are human | |
So many fly above my head | |
I sense the angry part | |
He sighed, such things they leave their pits | |
Pick my feet up proudly, said he, | |
I have sighed, Less of these | |
Lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea | |
Pick my feet up proudly, said he, | |
I have sighed | |
I have sighed, sighed, sighed | |
He said, he said, he said |
zuo qu : Cocteau Twins | |
zuo ci : Cocteau Twins | |
In all my fantasies | |
So many fly above my head | |
I sighed see angry | |
So many fly above his head | |
He says, we always have these stars | |
Some street they' re in | |
My street street, now sold | |
My street street, now mine | |
Street street, now | |
Street street | |
So many fly above my sighs | |
He sighs, we always have these stars | |
Some street, my human part is | |
So many fly above your head | |
I sighed, see them, be them | |
He sighed, such things are human | |
So many fly above my head | |
I sense the angry part | |
He sighed, such things they leave their pits | |
Pick my feet up proudly, said he, | |
I have sighed, Less of these | |
Lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea | |
Pick my feet up proudly, said he, | |
I have sighed | |
I have sighed, sighed, sighed | |
He said, he said, he said |
zuò qǔ : Cocteau Twins | |
zuò cí : Cocteau Twins | |
In all my fantasies | |
So many fly above my head | |
I sighed see angry | |
So many fly above his head | |
He says, we always have these stars | |
Some street they' re in | |
My street street, now sold | |
My street street, now mine | |
Street street, now | |
Street street | |
So many fly above my sighs | |
He sighs, we always have these stars | |
Some street, my human part is | |
So many fly above your head | |
I sighed, see them, be them | |
He sighed, such things are human | |
So many fly above my head | |
I sense the angry part | |
He sighed, such things they leave their pits | |
Pick my feet up proudly, said he, | |
I have sighed, Less of these | |
Lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea | |
Pick my feet up proudly, said he, | |
I have sighed | |
I have sighed, sighed, sighed | |
He said, he said, he said |