Song | Whales Talk Whales Walk |
Artist | An Angle |
Album | We Can Breathe Under Alchohol |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Angle | |
the saturated sun dries me up | |
and i collapse into another home | |
and you say when you go you will have a song | |
written on words that can't keep up | |
and now i lay in bed | |
and press my head on the cordless telephone | |
like whales we call out in high noise | |
and so we stand in the middle of the road | |
and suddenly it's all clear to me | |
the world is growing empty | |
a Roman Colosseum that tourists just pass to see | |
well you collide like suicide | |
so lets give it a shot we load up our guns | |
and wait for the hunt | |
two, three, four | |
what a sin | |
as you left me i sat on the side of a tree | |
and there was a bottle in front of me | |
the ant lays near the glass i drink | |
so i take its life and realize there's some strength still inside | |
these hands that bleed, but it's something people won't preach | |
and so we talk to God | |
under a dying star | |
that used to be a sun, but now it's all gone | |
so if we disappear we won't remember at all | |
so drink that liquor down my love | |
and we won't burn alone | |
so drink that liquor down my love | |
and we won't burn alone | |
so you drink this liquor down my love | |
and we won't burn alone | |
yeah you're drinking this liquor hard and down | |
so we won't burn alone |
zuo qu : Angle | |
the saturated sun dries me up | |
and i collapse into another home | |
and you say when you go you will have a song | |
written on words that can' t keep up | |
and now i lay in bed | |
and press my head on the cordless telephone | |
like whales we call out in high noise | |
and so we stand in the middle of the road | |
and suddenly it' s all clear to me | |
the world is growing empty | |
a Roman Colosseum that tourists just pass to see | |
well you collide like suicide | |
so lets give it a shot we load up our guns | |
and wait for the hunt | |
two, three, four | |
what a sin | |
as you left me i sat on the side of a tree | |
and there was a bottle in front of me | |
the ant lays near the glass i drink | |
so i take its life and realize there' s some strength still inside | |
these hands that bleed, but it' s something people won' t preach | |
and so we talk to God | |
under a dying star | |
that used to be a sun, but now it' s all gone | |
so if we disappear we won' t remember at all | |
so drink that liquor down my love | |
and we won' t burn alone | |
so drink that liquor down my love | |
and we won' t burn alone | |
so you drink this liquor down my love | |
and we won' t burn alone | |
yeah you' re drinking this liquor hard and down | |
so we won' t burn alone |
zuò qǔ : Angle | |
the saturated sun dries me up | |
and i collapse into another home | |
and you say when you go you will have a song | |
written on words that can' t keep up | |
and now i lay in bed | |
and press my head on the cordless telephone | |
like whales we call out in high noise | |
and so we stand in the middle of the road | |
and suddenly it' s all clear to me | |
the world is growing empty | |
a Roman Colosseum that tourists just pass to see | |
well you collide like suicide | |
so lets give it a shot we load up our guns | |
and wait for the hunt | |
two, three, four | |
what a sin | |
as you left me i sat on the side of a tree | |
and there was a bottle in front of me | |
the ant lays near the glass i drink | |
so i take its life and realize there' s some strength still inside | |
these hands that bleed, but it' s something people won' t preach | |
and so we talk to God | |
under a dying star | |
that used to be a sun, but now it' s all gone | |
so if we disappear we won' t remember at all | |
so drink that liquor down my love | |
and we won' t burn alone | |
so drink that liquor down my love | |
and we won' t burn alone | |
so you drink this liquor down my love | |
and we won' t burn alone | |
yeah you' re drinking this liquor hard and down | |
so we won' t burn alone |