Song | Delicate Cutters |
Artist | Throwing Muses |
Album | The Curse [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hersh | |
It's just the lack | |
Of time I keep | |
Reaching out, lashing out | |
It's just the lines | |
Run down the walls | |
I can't believe they never fall | |
The walls never leave | |
And the walls begin to scream | |
Ahhh | |
And my toes against the wall | |
I stare ahead | |
The door inside the wall | |
Your face inside the door | |
You crawl across the room | |
The picture never moves | |
My books are very still | |
You slide to my feet | |
You slide across the floor | |
I | |
Throw your head across the ice | |
I | |
Throw my head through a window | |
Crash | |
Like poetry | |
It's four o'clock, I'm waiting | |
Your face appears | |
I keep forgetting your name | |
While I'm writing this, you | |
You crash through the wall | |
You fall off the floor | |
I | |
Slide your head across the ice | |
I | |
Throw my hands through the window | |
Crash | |
Like gods | |
A room | |
Full of delicate cutters | |
All sitting down, the room has many doors | |
All but one of them are closed | |
She goes around | |
(Remember) | |
Opening the doors | |
This has another ending | |
Full of innocent children | |
One of them are closed | |
She goes around | |
This has another ending | |
(Remember the room) | |
Full of delicate cutters | |
Opening the doors |
zuo ci : Hersh | |
It' s just the lack | |
Of time I keep | |
Reaching out, lashing out | |
It' s just the lines | |
Run down the walls | |
I can' t believe they never fall | |
The walls never leave | |
And the walls begin to scream | |
Ahhh | |
And my toes against the wall | |
I stare ahead | |
The door inside the wall | |
Your face inside the door | |
You crawl across the room | |
The picture never moves | |
My books are very still | |
You slide to my feet | |
You slide across the floor | |
I | |
Throw your head across the ice | |
I | |
Throw my head through a window | |
Crash | |
Like poetry | |
It' s four o' clock, I' m waiting | |
Your face appears | |
I keep forgetting your name | |
While I' m writing this, you | |
You crash through the wall | |
You fall off the floor | |
I | |
Slide your head across the ice | |
I | |
Throw my hands through the window | |
Crash | |
Like gods | |
A room | |
Full of delicate cutters | |
All sitting down, the room has many doors | |
All but one of them are closed | |
She goes around | |
Remember | |
Opening the doors | |
This has another ending | |
Full of innocent children | |
One of them are closed | |
She goes around | |
This has another ending | |
Remember the room | |
Full of delicate cutters | |
Opening the doors |
zuò cí : Hersh | |
It' s just the lack | |
Of time I keep | |
Reaching out, lashing out | |
It' s just the lines | |
Run down the walls | |
I can' t believe they never fall | |
The walls never leave | |
And the walls begin to scream | |
Ahhh | |
And my toes against the wall | |
I stare ahead | |
The door inside the wall | |
Your face inside the door | |
You crawl across the room | |
The picture never moves | |
My books are very still | |
You slide to my feet | |
You slide across the floor | |
I | |
Throw your head across the ice | |
I | |
Throw my head through a window | |
Crash | |
Like poetry | |
It' s four o' clock, I' m waiting | |
Your face appears | |
I keep forgetting your name | |
While I' m writing this, you | |
You crash through the wall | |
You fall off the floor | |
I | |
Slide your head across the ice | |
I | |
Throw my hands through the window | |
Crash | |
Like gods | |
A room | |
Full of delicate cutters | |
All sitting down, the room has many doors | |
All but one of them are closed | |
She goes around | |
Remember | |
Opening the doors | |
This has another ending | |
Full of innocent children | |
One of them are closed | |
She goes around | |
This has another ending | |
Remember the room | |
Full of delicate cutters | |
Opening the doors |