Song | Eyesolation |
Artist | Diary of Dreams |
Album | End of Flowers |
作曲 : Hates | |
Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul | |
The song of whales tear me apart | |
My eyes still stray along this shore | |
A seagulls' plaint adoring mine | |
My tongue too weak to speak a word | |
O' was I born to be misunderstood | |
Fingers touch, but do not feel | |
O' tired seem my restless eyes | |
So tired is my smile | |
In my endless depth of guilt | |
A cripple of my fear | |
And the needle serves me well | |
Memories now wash ashore | |
I feel remains of sympathy | |
Imagine the ability | |
To gather roses in winter.... | |
Somebody | |
Something | |
Welcomed me | |
On the other side | |
Dank and gentle | |
Moist and soft | |
Almost like lone | |
The needle serves me well | |
But whom have I to blame ? | |
Just the cripple of my fear | |
Just call my disguise | |
The needle serves me well | |
The needle serves me well | |
But whom have I to blame ? | |
So tired is my smile | |
Was I born to astray | |
In my endless depth of guilt ? | |
Just a cripple of my fear | |
Just call my disguise | |
Just almost like love | |
And the needle serves me well.... |
zuò qǔ : Hates | |
Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul | |
The song of whales tear me apart | |
My eyes still stray along this shore | |
A seagulls' plaint adoring mine | |
My tongue too weak to speak a word | |
O' was I born to be misunderstood | |
Fingers touch, but do not feel | |
O' tired seem my restless eyes | |
So tired is my smile | |
In my endless depth of guilt | |
A cripple of my fear | |
And the needle serves me well | |
Memories now wash ashore | |
I feel remains of sympathy | |
Imagine the ability | |
To gather roses in winter.... | |
Somebody | |
Something | |
Welcomed me | |
On the other side | |
Dank and gentle | |
Moist and soft | |
Almost like lone | |
The needle serves me well | |
But whom have I to blame nbsp? | |
Just the cripple of my fear | |
Just call my disguise | |
The needle serves me well | |
The needle serves me well | |
But whom have I to blame nbsp? | |
So tired is my smile | |
Was I born to astray | |
In my endless depth of guilt nbsp? | |
Just a cripple of my fear | |
Just call my disguise | |
Just almost like love | |
And the needle serves me well.... |