Song | Sister Self |
Artist | Alela Diane |
Album | The Pirate's Gospel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Menig | |
That pole isn't growing in my black solid sky | |
Solid sky | |
And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back | |
But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand | |
And I felt the soft of my flesh | |
And I stared into my sister self | |
And we was running, running, running | |
We was climbing, we was fighting | |
We was breathing fast | |
Praying please | |
We were singing | |
We were dancing | |
We were clapping | |
Singing, dancing, clapping | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
Returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
But I've got to hold my own hand | |
I've got to hold my own hand | |
And this is my skin I feel | |
And these are the teeth that I clench | |
And the hazel of my sight | |
Plus the colors she wears is mine | |
O that color she's wearing is mine | |
And we was running, running, running | |
We was climbing, we was fighting | |
We was breathing fast | |
Praying please | |
We were singing | |
We were dancing | |
We were clapping | |
Singing, dancing, clapping | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |
zuo qu : Menig | |
That pole isn' t growing in my black solid sky | |
Solid sky | |
And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back | |
But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand | |
And I felt the soft of my flesh | |
And I stared into my sister self | |
And we was running, running, running | |
We was climbing, we was fighting | |
We was breathing fast | |
Praying please | |
We were singing | |
We were dancing | |
We were clapping | |
Singing, dancing, clapping | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
Returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
But I' ve got to hold my own hand | |
I' ve got to hold my own hand | |
And this is my skin I feel | |
And these are the teeth that I clench | |
And the hazel of my sight | |
Plus the colors she wears is mine | |
O that color she' s wearing is mine | |
And we was running, running, running | |
We was climbing, we was fighting | |
We was breathing fast | |
Praying please | |
We were singing | |
We were dancing | |
We were clapping | |
Singing, dancing, clapping | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |
zuò qǔ : Menig | |
That pole isn' t growing in my black solid sky | |
Solid sky | |
And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back | |
But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand | |
And I felt the soft of my flesh | |
And I stared into my sister self | |
And we was running, running, running | |
We was climbing, we was fighting | |
We was breathing fast | |
Praying please | |
We were singing | |
We were dancing | |
We were clapping | |
Singing, dancing, clapping | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
Returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
But I' ve got to hold my own hand | |
I' ve got to hold my own hand | |
And this is my skin I feel | |
And these are the teeth that I clench | |
And the hazel of my sight | |
Plus the colors she wears is mine | |
O that color she' s wearing is mine | |
And we was running, running, running | |
We was climbing, we was fighting | |
We was breathing fast | |
Praying please | |
We were singing | |
We were dancing | |
We were clapping | |
Singing, dancing, clapping | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells | |
We were returning to the hills | |
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |