Song | A Violent Yet Flammable World |
Artist | Au Revoir Simone |
Album | The Bird Of Music (Bonus Track) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Au Revoir Simone |
[00:31.23] | Oceans shape the sides |
[00:37.16] | Touching down in the spaces |
[00:44.76] | Soaking from a warm goodbye |
[00:50.76] | An early rise offers kindly |
[01:25.48] | Tonight I sleep to dream |
[01:28.27] | Of a place that's calling me |
[01:31.81] | It is always just a dream |
[01:35.01] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
[01:39.10] | The crowd's hard to believe |
[01:41.79] | At their faces I'm looking |
[01:45.30] | But your feet I'm following |
[01:48.61] | In soft steps on a path the way you lead |
[01:52.59] | I don't want to lose myself |
[01:58.75] | It's a whisper |
[02:02.13] | It's a funny thing |
[02:06.01] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[02:12.31] | It's a pity to appear this way |
[02:19.32] | You're flying when your foreign eyes |
[02:25.70] | Trace the heights of the city |
[02:32.68] | Steaming |
[02:33.91] | With rocks and clouds we breathe |
[02:35.45] | Violent skies |
[02:36.26] | A shock to my own body |
[02:39.08] | Speech is wild |
[02:40.32] | Alive sacred and sounding |
[02:42.45] | Wild |
[02:43.45] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
[02:47.04] | I don't want to lose myself |
[02:53.04] | It's a whisper |
[02:56.39] | It's a funny thing |
[03:00.31] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[03:06.57] | It's a pity to appear this way |
[03:58.60] | Hold, hold, hold on |
[04:00.82] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
[04:04.87] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
[04:11.96] | Hold, hold, hold on |
[04:14.32] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
[04:18.20] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
[04:28.48] | I don't want to lose myself |
[04:29.71] | Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that's calling me |
[04:34.75] | It's a whisper |
[04:35.39] | It is always just a dream |
[04:38.12] | It's a funny thing |
[04:39.23] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
[04:41.90] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[04:42.13] | With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body |
[04:48.36] | It's a pity |
[04:49.21] | Alive sacred and sounding |
[04:51.60] | To appear this way |
[04:52.35] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
[04:53.78] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Au Revoir Simone |
[00:31.23] | Oceans shape the sides |
[00:37.16] | Touching down in the spaces |
[00:44.76] | Soaking from a warm goodbye |
[00:50.76] | An early rise offers kindly |
[01:25.48] | Tonight I sleep to dream |
[01:28.27] | Of a place that' s calling me |
[01:31.81] | It is always just a dream |
[01:35.01] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
[01:39.10] | The crowd' s hard to believe |
[01:41.79] | At their faces I' m looking |
[01:45.30] | But your feet I' m following |
[01:48.61] | In soft steps on a path the way you lead |
[01:52.59] | I don' t want to lose myself |
[01:58.75] | It' s a whisper |
[02:02.13] | It' s a funny thing |
[02:06.01] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[02:12.31] | It' s a pity to appear this way |
[02:19.32] | You' re flying when your foreign eyes |
[02:25.70] | Trace the heights of the city |
[02:32.68] | Steaming |
[02:33.91] | With rocks and clouds we breathe |
[02:35.45] | Violent skies |
[02:36.26] | A shock to my own body |
[02:39.08] | Speech is wild |
[02:40.32] | Alive sacred and sounding |
[02:42.45] | Wild |
[02:43.45] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
[02:47.04] | I don' t want to lose myself |
[02:53.04] | It' s a whisper |
[02:56.39] | It' s a funny thing |
[03:00.31] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[03:06.57] | It' s a pity to appear this way |
[03:58.60] | Hold, hold, hold on |
[04:00.82] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
[04:04.87] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
[04:11.96] | Hold, hold, hold on |
[04:14.32] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
[04:18.20] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
[04:28.48] | I don' t want to lose myself |
[04:29.71] | Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that' s calling me |
[04:34.75] | It' s a whisper |
[04:35.39] | It is always just a dream |
[04:38.12] | It' s a funny thing |
[04:39.23] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
[04:41.90] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[04:42.13] | With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body |
[04:48.36] | It' s a pity |
[04:49.21] | Alive sacred and sounding |
[04:51.60] | To appear this way |
[04:52.35] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
[04:53.78] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Au Revoir Simone |
[00:31.23] | Oceans shape the sides |
[00:37.16] | Touching down in the spaces |
[00:44.76] | Soaking from a warm goodbye |
[00:50.76] | An early rise offers kindly |
[01:25.48] | Tonight I sleep to dream |
[01:28.27] | Of a place that' s calling me |
[01:31.81] | It is always just a dream |
[01:35.01] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
[01:39.10] | The crowd' s hard to believe |
[01:41.79] | At their faces I' m looking |
[01:45.30] | But your feet I' m following |
[01:48.61] | In soft steps on a path the way you lead |
[01:52.59] | I don' t want to lose myself |
[01:58.75] | It' s a whisper |
[02:02.13] | It' s a funny thing |
[02:06.01] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[02:12.31] | It' s a pity to appear this way |
[02:19.32] | You' re flying when your foreign eyes |
[02:25.70] | Trace the heights of the city |
[02:32.68] | Steaming |
[02:33.91] | With rocks and clouds we breathe |
[02:35.45] | Violent skies |
[02:36.26] | A shock to my own body |
[02:39.08] | Speech is wild |
[02:40.32] | Alive sacred and sounding |
[02:42.45] | Wild |
[02:43.45] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
[02:47.04] | I don' t want to lose myself |
[02:53.04] | It' s a whisper |
[02:56.39] | It' s a funny thing |
[03:00.31] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[03:06.57] | It' s a pity to appear this way |
[03:58.60] | Hold, hold, hold on |
[04:00.82] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
[04:04.87] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
[04:11.96] | Hold, hold, hold on |
[04:14.32] | I swear I saw it somewhere |
[04:18.20] | Waving, wading, one, two, three, above the wakes that follow |
[04:28.48] | I don' t want to lose myself |
[04:29.71] | Tonight I sleep to dream of a place that' s calling me |
[04:34.75] | It' s a whisper |
[04:35.39] | It is always just a dream |
[04:38.12] | It' s a funny thing |
[04:39.23] | Still I cannot forget what I have seen |
[04:41.90] | We fold like icicles on paper shelves |
[04:42.13] | With rocks and clouds we breathe, a shock to my own body |
[04:48.36] | It' s a pity |
[04:49.21] | Alive sacred and sounding |
[04:51.60] | To appear this way |
[04:52.35] | From across and beyond, oh far beyond |
[04:53.78] |