Song | Sonic Wind |
Artist | Calexico |
Album | Scraping [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Burns, Convertino | |
Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear | |
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never | |
appear | |
in the skies (disguised) | |
Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam | |
lie 'neath green valleys and wait for the call to come | |
Firetail bats, poised to attack | |
to set ablaze the rafters and the roofs | |
until the plan leaves the hand | |
burns the site down to the ground | |
through the ground | |
Craters are carving and wounds are left to weep | |
sink to the table filtering through the years | |
closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep | |
down in green valleys wait for the call to come | |
when it's all over and the empty quarter | |
returns to the emptiness again | |
5000 miles over airplane graveyards | |
landmass oceans wide. over continents | |
a sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear | |
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises... | |
over the skies - in disguise | |
Change in direction | |
a sonic wind is blowing | |
and the fire it is burning | |
down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam | |
over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come | |
and the sonic wind is whistling |
zuo ci : Burns, Convertino | |
Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear | |
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never | |
appear | |
in the skies disguised | |
Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam | |
lie ' neath green valleys and wait for the call to come | |
Firetail bats, poised to attack | |
to set ablaze the rafters and the roofs | |
until the plan leaves the hand | |
burns the site down to the ground | |
through the ground | |
Craters are carving and wounds are left to weep | |
sink to the table filtering through the years | |
closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep | |
down in green valleys wait for the call to come | |
when it' s all over and the empty quarter | |
returns to the emptiness again | |
5000 miles over airplane graveyards | |
landmass oceans wide. over continents | |
a sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear | |
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises... | |
over the skies in disguise | |
Change in direction | |
a sonic wind is blowing | |
and the fire it is burning | |
down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam | |
over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come | |
and the sonic wind is whistling |
zuò cí : Burns, Convertino | |
Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can hear | |
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would never | |
appear | |
in the skies disguised | |
Change in direction where birds never fly nor roam | |
lie ' neath green valleys and wait for the call to come | |
Firetail bats, poised to attack | |
to set ablaze the rafters and the roofs | |
until the plan leaves the hand | |
burns the site down to the ground | |
through the ground | |
Craters are carving and wounds are left to weep | |
sink to the table filtering through the years | |
closing behind the nightmarish fears that run deep | |
down in green valleys wait for the call to come | |
when it' s all over and the empty quarter | |
returns to the emptiness again | |
5000 miles over airplane graveyards | |
landmass oceans wide. over continents | |
a sonic wind honing in on a tune no one can hear | |
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises... | |
over the skies in disguise | |
Change in direction | |
a sonic wind is blowing | |
and the fire it is burning | |
down in green valleys where birds never fly nor roam | |
over airplane graveyards, wait for the call to come | |
and the sonic wind is whistling |