作曲 : Rutili | |
charcoal mother will you wear me out? | |
silver dollar rash | |
rain on the lens, rain on the lens | |
mayby i'm over, over | |
the ocean even couldn't make you wet | |
stand down sailor, send your brace rib home | |
save it for a later leave | |
heaven must have spit you out with sandstorm prayers and pealing bells | |
dim little voice, jet entrails | |
out like a switch, out like a switch | |
silver dollar rash | |
gonna make you wiser | |
got a new black tooth | |
gonna make you wiser | |
cooked in orange and gin | |
your winter coat, all summer long | |
rain on the lens, dim little voice | |
out like a switch | |
cooked in primer and rust | |
glass plums, dead bums | |
mail your brass rib home | |
gonna make you wiser | |
got a new black tooth | |
gonna make you wiser |
zuo qu : Rutili | |
charcoal mother will you wear me out? | |
silver dollar rash | |
rain on the lens, rain on the lens | |
mayby i' m over, over | |
the ocean even couldn' t make you wet | |
stand down sailor, send your brace rib home | |
save it for a later leave | |
heaven must have spit you out with sandstorm prayers and pealing bells | |
dim little voice, jet entrails | |
out like a switch, out like a switch | |
silver dollar rash | |
gonna make you wiser | |
got a new black tooth | |
gonna make you wiser | |
cooked in orange and gin | |
your winter coat, all summer long | |
rain on the lens, dim little voice | |
out like a switch | |
cooked in primer and rust | |
glass plums, dead bums | |
mail your brass rib home | |
gonna make you wiser | |
got a new black tooth | |
gonna make you wiser |
zuò qǔ : Rutili | |
charcoal mother will you wear me out? | |
silver dollar rash | |
rain on the lens, rain on the lens | |
mayby i' m over, over | |
the ocean even couldn' t make you wet | |
stand down sailor, send your brace rib home | |
save it for a later leave | |
heaven must have spit you out with sandstorm prayers and pealing bells | |
dim little voice, jet entrails | |
out like a switch, out like a switch | |
silver dollar rash | |
gonna make you wiser | |
got a new black tooth | |
gonna make you wiser | |
cooked in orange and gin | |
your winter coat, all summer long | |
rain on the lens, dim little voice | |
out like a switch | |
cooked in primer and rust | |
glass plums, dead bums | |
mail your brass rib home | |
gonna make you wiser | |
got a new black tooth | |
gonna make you wiser |