We Have A Dog To Exercise Lyrics
| Song | We Have A Dog To Exercise |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | La Chambre D'Echo - Where the Dead Birds Sing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
| [00:35.67] | When the old ghost of suicide |
| [00:39.03] | creeps slowly back into your mind |
| [00:44.36] | then everything is bleak and blurred |
| [00:47.67] | down here in the short-sighted world |
| [00:53.06] | Yet this time I have to insist |
| [00:56.72] | on the sharpness of the things I missed |
| [01:02.01] | this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore |
| [01:28.72] | White fragile porcelain-boy |
| [01:31.02] | some minor things shall be left unsaid |
| [01:35.59] | yes you share the strongest desire for beauty |
| [01:40.32] | as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it |
| [01:48.23] | The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
| [01:56.81] | These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
| [02:14.61] | The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors |
| [02:23.82] | We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque |
| [02:52.34] | Well on the second day of excavation |
| [02:55.11] | tell me what did you expect to find |
| [03:01.11] | Be careful when you scratch the surface |
| [03:04.98] | cause we all have a dog to exercise |
| [03:09.81] | We are not lovers we are LIKERS |
| [03:13.89] | We are merely hands and shake |
| [03:18.47] | there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things |
| [03:22.89] | of which we're still afraid |
| [03:27.83] | We are not familiar with the state of （y）our decay |
| [03:36.52] | Because this is not our line it is not really our trade |
| [03:46.22] | All we know is that our feet are cold |
| [03:49.73] | and that our sticky hands are wet |
| [03:54.21] | and that we're here to bring you tidings |
| [03:58.72] | straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD |
| [04:43.02] | Look at the boy oh he really suffers |
| [04:46.68] | he's caught in fear and its distress |
| [04:50.91] | there's no point in looking at him for answers |
| [04:55.69] | because he is a stranger here himself |
| [05:02.11] | The body is a prison-cell |
| [05:05.61] | that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
| [05:10.80] | there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [00:35.67] | When the old ghost of suicide |
| [00:39.03] | creeps slowly back into your mind |
| [00:44.36] | then everything is bleak and blurred |
| [00:47.67] | down here in the shortsighted world |
| [00:53.06] | Yet this time I have to insist |
| [00:56.72] | on the sharpness of the things I missed |
| [01:02.01] | this once so loyal friend he' s not that welcome anymore |
| [01:28.72] | White fragile porcelainboy |
| [01:31.02] | some minor things shall be left unsaid |
| [01:35.59] | yes you share the strongest desire for beauty |
| [01:40.32] | as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it |
| [01:48.23] | The boy is a prisoncell that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
| [01:56.81] | These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
| [02:14.61] | The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors |
| [02:23.82] | We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque |
| [02:52.34] | Well on the second day of excavation |
| [02:55.11] | tell me what did you expect to find |
| [03:01.11] | Be careful when you scratch the surface |
| [03:04.98] | cause we all have a dog to exercise |
| [03:09.81] | We are not lovers we are LIKERS |
| [03:13.89] | We are merely hands and shake |
| [03:18.47] | there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things |
| [03:22.89] | of which we' re still afraid |
| [03:27.83] | We are not familiar with the state of y our decay |
| [03:36.52] | Because this is not our line it is not really our trade |
| [03:46.22] | All we know is that our feet are cold |
| [03:49.73] | and that our sticky hands are wet |
| [03:54.21] | and that we' re here to bring you tidings |
| [03:58.72] | straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD |
| [04:43.02] | Look at the boy oh he really suffers |
| [04:46.68] | he' s caught in fear and its distress |
| [04:50.91] | there' s no point in looking at him for answers |
| [04:55.69] | because he is a stranger here himself |
| [05:02.11] | The body is a prisoncell |
| [05:05.61] | that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
| [05:10.80] | there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
| [00:35.67] | When the old ghost of suicide |
| [00:39.03] | creeps slowly back into your mind |
| [00:44.36] | then everything is bleak and blurred |
| [00:47.67] | down here in the shortsighted world |
| [00:53.06] | Yet this time I have to insist |
| [00:56.72] | on the sharpness of the things I missed |
| [01:02.01] | this once so loyal friend he' s not that welcome anymore |
| [01:28.72] | White fragile porcelainboy |
| [01:31.02] | some minor things shall be left unsaid |
| [01:35.59] | yes you share the strongest desire for beauty |
| [01:40.32] | as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it |
| [01:48.23] | The boy is a prisoncell that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
| [01:56.81] | These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
| [02:14.61] | The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors |
| [02:23.82] | We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque |
| [02:52.34] | Well on the second day of excavation |
| [02:55.11] | tell me what did you expect to find |
| [03:01.11] | Be careful when you scratch the surface |
| [03:04.98] | cause we all have a dog to exercise |
| [03:09.81] | We are not lovers we are LIKERS |
| [03:13.89] | We are merely hands and shake |
| [03:18.47] | there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things |
| [03:22.89] | of which we' re still afraid |
| [03:27.83] | We are not familiar with the state of y our decay |
| [03:36.52] | Because this is not our line it is not really our trade |
| [03:46.22] | All we know is that our feet are cold |
| [03:49.73] | and that our sticky hands are wet |
| [03:54.21] | and that we' re here to bring you tidings |
| [03:58.72] | straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD |
| [04:43.02] | Look at the boy oh he really suffers |
| [04:46.68] | he' s caught in fear and its distress |
| [04:50.91] | there' s no point in looking at him for answers |
| [04:55.69] | because he is a stranger here himself |
| [05:02.11] | The body is a prisoncell |
| [05:05.61] | that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
| [05:10.80] | there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
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