Song | Wingbone |
Artist | Califone |
Album | Heron King Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rutili | |
fill my belly with your whispering | |
some barely on the thread orange sound | |
water sworn and cotton fire | |
cold light swallowing your song | |
pasture moonlight newborn legs | |
let the constellations drop | |
crack your scorn water your grave | |
only when you're half erased | |
forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace | |
cold light sifting through | |
lift the shade and let the night in | |
carry your bed on wingbone legs | |
let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave | |
sharpening the edges of your face | |
lost a day bed of nails lost your lines | |
only when your wrecked only when you're half erased | |
loneliness aside it's alright |
zuo qu : Rutili | |
fill my belly with your whispering | |
some barely on the thread orange sound | |
water sworn and cotton fire | |
cold light swallowing your song | |
pasture moonlight newborn legs | |
let the constellations drop | |
crack your scorn water your grave | |
only when you' re half erased | |
forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace | |
cold light sifting through | |
lift the shade and let the night in | |
carry your bed on wingbone legs | |
let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave | |
sharpening the edges of your face | |
lost a day bed of nails lost your lines | |
only when your wrecked only when you' re half erased | |
loneliness aside it' s alright |
zuò qǔ : Rutili | |
fill my belly with your whispering | |
some barely on the thread orange sound | |
water sworn and cotton fire | |
cold light swallowing your song | |
pasture moonlight newborn legs | |
let the constellations drop | |
crack your scorn water your grave | |
only when you' re half erased | |
forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace | |
cold light sifting through | |
lift the shade and let the night in | |
carry your bed on wingbone legs | |
let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave | |
sharpening the edges of your face | |
lost a day bed of nails lost your lines | |
only when your wrecked only when you' re half erased | |
loneliness aside it' s alright |