Song | Ode To Serotonin |
Artist | Nightmare of You |
Album | Nightmare of You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
Suddenly spritely budding through the billows | |
The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees | |
With bees buzzing | |
They're sucking nectar from a flower | |
And if we could have this hour for a lifetime | |
We'd smile blinkingly | |
Laughing till we're gagging violently | |
Oh soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love! | |
I'm utterly depraved, let's do it on your terrace | |
And the rain will catch the notches on our backs | |
Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses | |
Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks | |
We're meant symmetrically! | |
And hand in hand we're strolling gorgeously | |
Oh soaring dove, I'm quite sure this is love! | |
Oh soaring dove, I'm quite sure that this could be love... |
zuo qu : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
Suddenly spritely budding through the billows | |
The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees | |
With bees buzzing | |
They' re sucking nectar from a flower | |
And if we could have this hour for a lifetime | |
We' d smile blinkingly | |
Laughing till we' re gagging violently | |
Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
I' m utterly depraved, let' s do it on your terrace | |
And the rain will catch the notches on our backs | |
Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses | |
Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks | |
We' re meant symmetrically! | |
And hand in hand we' re strolling gorgeously | |
Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure that this could be love... |
zuò qǔ : Nightmare Of You, Reilly | |
Suddenly spritely budding through the billows | |
The sun is bobbing heavenly against the trees | |
With bees buzzing | |
They' re sucking nectar from a flower | |
And if we could have this hour for a lifetime | |
We' d smile blinkingly | |
Laughing till we' re gagging violently | |
Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
I' m utterly depraved, let' s do it on your terrace | |
And the rain will catch the notches on our backs | |
Exchanging spit through our sloppy kisses | |
Where the water tastes like perfumes of the docks | |
We' re meant symmetrically! | |
And hand in hand we' re strolling gorgeously | |
Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure this is love! | |
Oh soaring dove, I' m quite sure that this could be love... |