Song | Sweet Sailor |
Artist | Ayla Nereo |
Album | By the Light of the Dark Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Ayla Nereo |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Ayla Nereo |
[00:11.352] | There’s a demon inside the cage behind bars of memory |
[00:18.802] | snakes down deep like lava molten melting in each crevice |
[00:24.130] | creaking age of myself, I rise from leaden limbs |
[00:29.681] | envisioned as a heavy deadbolt, longing locking thoughts up |
[00:35.758] | remind: the key — all this is fleeting |
[00:41.283] | reweaving echoes singing singing, turning, over, over |
[00:47.690] | I miss you, I still miss you |
[00:50.377] | when you’re here in this same room |
[00:53.366] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[00:56.357] | let the name do what the feeling soothed |
[00:59.692] | I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you |
[01:03.837] | sweet sailor, in this same room |
[01:06.916] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[01:11.306] | From the image of a trace of what’s cradled and let long ago, |
[01:18.186] | become the same as the one I knew so sweetly |
[01:23.335] | and I thank you day and deeply |
[01:26.410] | in each footprint we place in |
[01:29.449] | grace lands, superb silence, lush jungles of leaves |
[01:35.398] | it’s the only conversation worth listening to |
[01:41.760] | yet here, in this same room, back to where I’m used to speaking quickly |
[01:48.035] | something falls back on itself |
[01:51.052] | there’s a possibility |
[01:53.804] | in this silence… |
[01:56.845] | in this deep inside,running over |
[02:00.205] | I miss you, I still miss you |
[02:02.651] | when you’re here in this same room |
[02:05.669] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[02:08.560] | let the name do what the feeling soothed |
[02:12.121] | I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you |
[02:16.327] | sweet sailor, in this same room |
[02:19.442] | with the lives that we spoke to... |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Ayla Nereo |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : Ayla Nereo |
[00:11.352] | There' s a demon inside the cage behind bars of memory |
[00:18.802] | snakes down deep like lava molten melting in each crevice |
[00:24.130] | creaking age of myself, I rise from leaden limbs |
[00:29.681] | envisioned as a heavy deadbolt, longing locking thoughts up |
[00:35.758] | remind: the key all this is fleeting |
[00:41.283] | reweaving echoes singing singing, turning, over, over |
[00:47.690] | I miss you, I still miss you |
[00:50.377] | when you' re here in this same room |
[00:53.366] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[00:56.357] | let the name do what the feeling soothed |
[00:59.692] | I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you |
[01:03.837] | sweet sailor, in this same room |
[01:06.916] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[01:11.306] | From the image of a trace of what' s cradled and let long ago, |
[01:18.186] | become the same as the one I knew so sweetly |
[01:23.335] | and I thank you day and deeply |
[01:26.410] | in each footprint we place in |
[01:29.449] | grace lands, superb silence, lush jungles of leaves |
[01:35.398] | it' s the only conversation worth listening to |
[01:41.760] | yet here, in this same room, back to where I' m used to speaking quickly |
[01:48.035] | something falls back on itself |
[01:51.052] | there' s a possibility |
[01:53.804] | in this silence |
[01:56.845] | in this deep inside, running over |
[02:00.205] | I miss you, I still miss you |
[02:02.651] | when you' re here in this same room |
[02:05.669] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[02:08.560] | let the name do what the feeling soothed |
[02:12.121] | I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you |
[02:16.327] | sweet sailor, in this same room |
[02:19.442] | with the lives that we spoke to... |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Ayla Nereo |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Ayla Nereo |
[00:11.352] | There' s a demon inside the cage behind bars of memory |
[00:18.802] | snakes down deep like lava molten melting in each crevice |
[00:24.130] | creaking age of myself, I rise from leaden limbs |
[00:29.681] | envisioned as a heavy deadbolt, longing locking thoughts up |
[00:35.758] | remind: the key all this is fleeting |
[00:41.283] | reweaving echoes singing singing, turning, over, over |
[00:47.690] | I miss you, I still miss you |
[00:50.377] | when you' re here in this same room |
[00:53.366] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[00:56.357] | let the name do what the feeling soothed |
[00:59.692] | I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you |
[01:03.837] | sweet sailor, in this same room |
[01:06.916] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[01:11.306] | From the image of a trace of what' s cradled and let long ago, |
[01:18.186] | become the same as the one I knew so sweetly |
[01:23.335] | and I thank you day and deeply |
[01:26.410] | in each footprint we place in |
[01:29.449] | grace lands, superb silence, lush jungles of leaves |
[01:35.398] | it' s the only conversation worth listening to |
[01:41.760] | yet here, in this same room, back to where I' m used to speaking quickly |
[01:48.035] | something falls back on itself |
[01:51.052] | there' s a possibility |
[01:53.804] | in this silence |
[01:56.845] | in this deep inside, running over |
[02:00.205] | I miss you, I still miss you |
[02:02.651] | when you' re here in this same room |
[02:05.669] | with the lives that we spoke to |
[02:08.560] | let the name do what the feeling soothed |
[02:12.121] | I miss you, but no tale tells how I miss you |
[02:16.327] | sweet sailor, in this same room |
[02:19.442] | with the lives that we spoke to... |