Song | White Waves |
Artist | Shearwater |
Album | Palo Santo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Meiburg | |
I won't go traveling tonight | |
I won't go back to the wolves, now | |
There's something singing in the ice | |
In the deepest part of the world | |
And a film across my eyes | |
As I'm watching all the waves turn white | |
He took me out on the tide | |
To make pearls of my eyes | |
And uncover me, oh, without asking | |
Tore every stich, every line, every hook, every eye | |
Between him and the diamonds, diamonds | |
I would not give, but maybe tonight I will | |
With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart | |
As I'm bound and flayed alive | |
Oh, don't go traveling tonight | |
Hold that child in your arms | |
Well, there's no more canaries in the mine | |
And a cloud, black over the water | |
And a voice, low in my ear | |
Says, "The things that we did here will never die" |
zuo qu : Meiburg | |
I won' t go traveling tonight | |
I won' t go back to the wolves, now | |
There' s something singing in the ice | |
In the deepest part of the world | |
And a film across my eyes | |
As I' m watching all the waves turn white | |
He took me out on the tide | |
To make pearls of my eyes | |
And uncover me, oh, without asking | |
Tore every stich, every line, every hook, every eye | |
Between him and the diamonds, diamonds | |
I would not give, but maybe tonight I will | |
With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart | |
As I' m bound and flayed alive | |
Oh, don' t go traveling tonight | |
Hold that child in your arms | |
Well, there' s no more canaries in the mine | |
And a cloud, black over the water | |
And a voice, low in my ear | |
Says, " The things that we did here will never die" |
zuò qǔ : Meiburg | |
I won' t go traveling tonight | |
I won' t go back to the wolves, now | |
There' s something singing in the ice | |
In the deepest part of the world | |
And a film across my eyes | |
As I' m watching all the waves turn white | |
He took me out on the tide | |
To make pearls of my eyes | |
And uncover me, oh, without asking | |
Tore every stich, every line, every hook, every eye | |
Between him and the diamonds, diamonds | |
I would not give, but maybe tonight I will | |
With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart | |
As I' m bound and flayed alive | |
Oh, don' t go traveling tonight | |
Hold that child in your arms | |
Well, there' s no more canaries in the mine | |
And a cloud, black over the water | |
And a voice, low in my ear | |
Says, " The things that we did here will never die" |