Song | Bleeding Bells |
Artist | Delta Spirit |
Album | Ode To Sunshine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Delta Spirit | |
There's no place to lay my dead | |
When I can't stay awake | |
The growth | |
I need is fettered with fear | |
My heels dug in my place | |
Keep your heart clasped into your hands | |
Your family just knows half of where you've been | |
The Indian summer is better than nothing | |
Burn the sun in my skin | |
Bleeding bells of inner guilt | |
Salvation rays are thin | |
I say to myself you don't need anyone | |
This world is ****ed just as you have become | |
I stand as a man who's seen many things | |
My youth has made me strong | |
I see the fraught of the words | |
I have said | |
Got nothing for anyone | |
The words that | |
I speak are like the clinging hell | |
The songs that | |
I sing's been poisoning your well | |
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees | |
I beg for will to change | |
I've spun around from this wheel that | |
I'm inIn one week | |
I'll be the same |
zuo qu : Delta Spirit | |
There' s no place to lay my dead | |
When I can' t stay awake | |
The growth | |
I need is fettered with fear | |
My heels dug in my place | |
Keep your heart clasped into your hands | |
Your family just knows half of where you' ve been | |
The Indian summer is better than nothing | |
Burn the sun in my skin | |
Bleeding bells of inner guilt | |
Salvation rays are thin | |
I say to myself you don' t need anyone | |
This world is ed just as you have become | |
I stand as a man who' s seen many things | |
My youth has made me strong | |
I see the fraught of the words | |
I have said | |
Got nothing for anyone | |
The words that | |
I speak are like the clinging hell | |
The songs that | |
I sing' s been poisoning your well | |
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees | |
I beg for will to change | |
I' ve spun around from this wheel that | |
I' m inIn one week | |
I' ll be the same |
zuò qǔ : Delta Spirit | |
There' s no place to lay my dead | |
When I can' t stay awake | |
The growth | |
I need is fettered with fear | |
My heels dug in my place | |
Keep your heart clasped into your hands | |
Your family just knows half of where you' ve been | |
The Indian summer is better than nothing | |
Burn the sun in my skin | |
Bleeding bells of inner guilt | |
Salvation rays are thin | |
I say to myself you don' t need anyone | |
This world is ed just as you have become | |
I stand as a man who' s seen many things | |
My youth has made me strong | |
I see the fraught of the words | |
I have said | |
Got nothing for anyone | |
The words that | |
I speak are like the clinging hell | |
The songs that | |
I sing' s been poisoning your well | |
Hands in my pockets and down on my knees | |
I beg for will to change | |
I' ve spun around from this wheel that | |
I' m inIn one week | |
I' ll be the same |