Song | Don't Forget the Sky |
Artist | Sky Cries Mary |
Album | This Timeless Turning |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cozzi, Davison, Ireland ... | |
A crooked old spine | |
With a cane in his hand | |
Is taking his shoes for a walk | |
He still marches in tune | |
From his days with the band | |
He listens to the mourning birds talk | |
There's a knife in his back | |
That keeps the blood from running out | |
He says it's been there for years | |
He laugh when he cries | |
He's got a crooked old spine | |
He drinks a wine made of tears | |
Don't Forget the Sky | |
This crooked old spine | |
Once had a love | |
Who moved the heavens above | |
He prays to the wind | |
Reaches under his skin | |
And offers his heart to the sun | |
There's a knife in his back | |
That keeps the blood from running out | |
He says it's been there for years | |
He's wait'n for the day | |
At the end of the night | |
When the sun burns away all his fears | |
Don't Forget the Sky |
zuo qu : Cozzi, Davison, Ireland ... | |
A crooked old spine | |
With a cane in his hand | |
Is taking his shoes for a walk | |
He still marches in tune | |
From his days with the band | |
He listens to the mourning birds talk | |
There' s a knife in his back | |
That keeps the blood from running out | |
He says it' s been there for years | |
He laugh when he cries | |
He' s got a crooked old spine | |
He drinks a wine made of tears | |
Don' t Forget the Sky | |
This crooked old spine | |
Once had a love | |
Who moved the heavens above | |
He prays to the wind | |
Reaches under his skin | |
And offers his heart to the sun | |
There' s a knife in his back | |
That keeps the blood from running out | |
He says it' s been there for years | |
He' s wait' n for the day | |
At the end of the night | |
When the sun burns away all his fears | |
Don' t Forget the Sky |
zuò qǔ : Cozzi, Davison, Ireland ... | |
A crooked old spine | |
With a cane in his hand | |
Is taking his shoes for a walk | |
He still marches in tune | |
From his days with the band | |
He listens to the mourning birds talk | |
There' s a knife in his back | |
That keeps the blood from running out | |
He says it' s been there for years | |
He laugh when he cries | |
He' s got a crooked old spine | |
He drinks a wine made of tears | |
Don' t Forget the Sky | |
This crooked old spine | |
Once had a love | |
Who moved the heavens above | |
He prays to the wind | |
Reaches under his skin | |
And offers his heart to the sun | |
There' s a knife in his back | |
That keeps the blood from running out | |
He says it' s been there for years | |
He' s wait' n for the day | |
At the end of the night | |
When the sun burns away all his fears | |
Don' t Forget the Sky |