Song | Sinful, Wind-Borne |
Artist | Motorpsycho |
Album | Blissard |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Saether, Sæther | |
Sinful youth in overdrive | |
Comatose ,but still alive | |
Ugly rumours,wind-borne tell | |
Of pissings in the wishing well | |
How we lost our way back there | |
Surfin' high on pissed off glares | |
We rode rings around our fears | |
And couldn't have asked for more | |
Endless summers in teenage lust | |
Like rhinoceros on angel-dust | |
Where nothing's ever happening | |
Suburbia-mon amour | |
There was no target we could miss | |
Cruising cool on prejudice | |
How could we've avoided this? | |
Wise men ponder still... | |
With the picks off of life's upper shelf | |
The only place I found myself was | |
Poised for flight in a mensroom stall | |
Drenched in alcohol | |
And when sun she came peeking through | |
There wasn't much more to do | |
Cut our wrists on guilded sins | |
And closed the door back in | |
Not good,not nice, | |
But we saw through all of their lies | |
Not mean,not scared | |
But there | |
Sinful and wind-borne |
zuo qu : Saether, S ther | |
Sinful youth in overdrive | |
Comatose , but still alive | |
Ugly rumours, windborne tell | |
Of pissings in the wishing well | |
How we lost our way back there | |
Surfin' high on pissed off glares | |
We rode rings around our fears | |
And couldn' t have asked for more | |
Endless summers in teenage lust | |
Like rhinoceros on angeldust | |
Where nothing' s ever happening | |
Suburbiamon amour | |
There was no target we could miss | |
Cruising cool on prejudice | |
How could we' ve avoided this? | |
Wise men ponder still... | |
With the picks off of life' s upper shelf | |
The only place I found myself was | |
Poised for flight in a mensroom stall | |
Drenched in alcohol | |
And when sun she came peeking through | |
There wasn' t much more to do | |
Cut our wrists on guilded sins | |
And closed the door back in | |
Not good, not nice, | |
But we saw through all of their lies | |
Not mean, not scared | |
But there | |
Sinful and windborne |
zuò qǔ : Saether, S ther | |
Sinful youth in overdrive | |
Comatose , but still alive | |
Ugly rumours, windborne tell | |
Of pissings in the wishing well | |
How we lost our way back there | |
Surfin' high on pissed off glares | |
We rode rings around our fears | |
And couldn' t have asked for more | |
Endless summers in teenage lust | |
Like rhinoceros on angeldust | |
Where nothing' s ever happening | |
Suburbiamon amour | |
There was no target we could miss | |
Cruising cool on prejudice | |
How could we' ve avoided this? | |
Wise men ponder still... | |
With the picks off of life' s upper shelf | |
The only place I found myself was | |
Poised for flight in a mensroom stall | |
Drenched in alcohol | |
And when sun she came peeking through | |
There wasn' t much more to do | |
Cut our wrists on guilded sins | |
And closed the door back in | |
Not good, not nice, | |
But we saw through all of their lies | |
Not mean, not scared | |
But there | |
Sinful and windborne |