Song | A Word Of Welcome And Warning |
Artist | La Dispute |
Album | Vancouver |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dreyer | |
Pick up the phone. (Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin, And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in.) | |
Paint the receiver | |
To the side of the fake, lying at the bottom of the staircase. | |
Broken elbows, and your coming through the window. | |
And whoever called night a blanket, | |
Had never the felt the cold. | |
And whoever called the night a blanket-- | |
So use your fingers, darling. and | |
Tear away at the restraints they call the body. | |
It's the temporary things that rip us apart. | |
For the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. | |
This is history to thievery. | |
These are only games we play. | |
Hang up the phone. |
zuo qu : Dreyer | |
Pick up the phone. Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin, And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in. | |
Paint the receiver | |
To the side of the fake, lying at the bottom of the staircase. | |
Broken elbows, and your coming through the window. | |
And whoever called night a blanket, | |
Had never the felt the cold. | |
And whoever called the night a blanket | |
So use your fingers, darling. and | |
Tear away at the restraints they call the body. | |
It' s the temporary things that rip us apart. | |
For the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. | |
This is history to thievery. | |
These are only games we play. | |
Hang up the phone. |
zuò qǔ : Dreyer | |
Pick up the phone. Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin, And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in. | |
Paint the receiver | |
To the side of the fake, lying at the bottom of the staircase. | |
Broken elbows, and your coming through the window. | |
And whoever called night a blanket, | |
Had never the felt the cold. | |
And whoever called the night a blanket | |
So use your fingers, darling. and | |
Tear away at the restraints they call the body. | |
It' s the temporary things that rip us apart. | |
For the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces. | |
This is history to thievery. | |
These are only games we play. | |
Hang up the phone. |