Song | The Funeral Portrait |
Artist | Opeth |
Album | String Tribute To Opeth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Opeth | |
You wait by the window | |
Morning's breath on the sill | |
Idle hands given another try | |
So you wait and you savour the moment | |
Outside the canvas turned white | |
Ruby eyes in the fog | |
Rain washing clean all the sins | |
A liquid gown that covers all | |
Your loathe turns endless | |
Opened mirage soothes your sense | |
Locked on the pinnacle | |
The best secret within | |
Like a derelict child | |
Heart burning for a stranger | |
Ascending to the meek | |
Flock round the liars in awe | |
Caked in the soil beneath | |
Fear me when we meet | |
Turn away in admiration | |
My firm grip round the nucleus of joy | |
Enough of this | |
You will leave me now | |
You will see it now | |
Perish at my hands | |
Close to you | |
Tangled up in hair | |
Fresh stigma look | |
Shall I take you with me | |
And it is cold | |
Ruby eyes in the fog | |
It is me | |
And you are just like them all | |
Stained by the names of fathers | |
I'm greeting my downward fall | |
Leaving the throes to others |
zuo ci : Opeth | |
You wait by the window | |
Morning' s breath on the sill | |
Idle hands given another try | |
So you wait and you savour the moment | |
Outside the canvas turned white | |
Ruby eyes in the fog | |
Rain washing clean all the sins | |
A liquid gown that covers all | |
Your loathe turns endless | |
Opened mirage soothes your sense | |
Locked on the pinnacle | |
The best secret within | |
Like a derelict child | |
Heart burning for a stranger | |
Ascending to the meek | |
Flock round the liars in awe | |
Caked in the soil beneath | |
Fear me when we meet | |
Turn away in admiration | |
My firm grip round the nucleus of joy | |
Enough of this | |
You will leave me now | |
You will see it now | |
Perish at my hands | |
Close to you | |
Tangled up in hair | |
Fresh stigma look | |
Shall I take you with me | |
And it is cold | |
Ruby eyes in the fog | |
It is me | |
And you are just like them all | |
Stained by the names of fathers | |
I' m greeting my downward fall | |
Leaving the throes to others |
zuò cí : Opeth | |
You wait by the window | |
Morning' s breath on the sill | |
Idle hands given another try | |
So you wait and you savour the moment | |
Outside the canvas turned white | |
Ruby eyes in the fog | |
Rain washing clean all the sins | |
A liquid gown that covers all | |
Your loathe turns endless | |
Opened mirage soothes your sense | |
Locked on the pinnacle | |
The best secret within | |
Like a derelict child | |
Heart burning for a stranger | |
Ascending to the meek | |
Flock round the liars in awe | |
Caked in the soil beneath | |
Fear me when we meet | |
Turn away in admiration | |
My firm grip round the nucleus of joy | |
Enough of this | |
You will leave me now | |
You will see it now | |
Perish at my hands | |
Close to you | |
Tangled up in hair | |
Fresh stigma look | |
Shall I take you with me | |
And it is cold | |
Ruby eyes in the fog | |
It is me | |
And you are just like them all | |
Stained by the names of fathers | |
I' m greeting my downward fall | |
Leaving the throes to others |