Song | Barest Degree |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | Breathe |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Midnight Oil | |
I am gone, can't waste more time | |
I said, not quite joking | |
The fire has gone the big trees stand | |
The underground is smoking | |
Remember nothing you've been told | |
Means anything to me | |
And everything you hold is mine | |
In the barest degree | |
I walked up to the park | |
The lion rock was weeping | |
I walked on to the grave | |
The lizard king was sleeping | |
Remember nothing you've been told... | |
The day's draw long, too long to count | |
Cushioned by the wasting | |
Restless age, the rusted temple | |
A place of my own making | |
No matter what else you've been told | |
It's still all up to me | |
And everything you own, is mine | |
In the barest degree, in the barest degree |
zuo ci : Midnight Oil | |
I am gone, can' t waste more time | |
I said, not quite joking | |
The fire has gone the big trees stand | |
The underground is smoking | |
Remember nothing you' ve been told | |
Means anything to me | |
And everything you hold is mine | |
In the barest degree | |
I walked up to the park | |
The lion rock was weeping | |
I walked on to the grave | |
The lizard king was sleeping | |
Remember nothing you' ve been told... | |
The day' s draw long, too long to count | |
Cushioned by the wasting | |
Restless age, the rusted temple | |
A place of my own making | |
No matter what else you' ve been told | |
It' s still all up to me | |
And everything you own, is mine | |
In the barest degree, in the barest degree |
zuò cí : Midnight Oil | |
I am gone, can' t waste more time | |
I said, not quite joking | |
The fire has gone the big trees stand | |
The underground is smoking | |
Remember nothing you' ve been told | |
Means anything to me | |
And everything you hold is mine | |
In the barest degree | |
I walked up to the park | |
The lion rock was weeping | |
I walked on to the grave | |
The lizard king was sleeping | |
Remember nothing you' ve been told... | |
The day' s draw long, too long to count | |
Cushioned by the wasting | |
Restless age, the rusted temple | |
A place of my own making | |
No matter what else you' ve been told | |
It' s still all up to me | |
And everything you own, is mine | |
In the barest degree, in the barest degree |