Song | Blackwinged Bird |
Artist | Emm Gryner |
Album | The Summer Of High Hopes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Emm Gryner, Feder, Weed |
[00:13.181] | Night can't come quick enough |
[00:22.80] | My faults shine in the sun |
[00:28.669] | A train bridge of spies |
[00:32.541] | watches all the cars collide |
[00:41.855] | I roll my green sleeves over ruby |
[00:48.540] | I don't blame you for doing it to me |
[00:51.998] | Real girls don't take aim |
[01:00.334] | like kings do these days |
[01:01.989] | I made my mind up to be a black-winged bird |
[01:07.397] | Never turn my head for how things were |
[01:17.414] | Leave the bluest skies for boys to burn |
[01:24.77] | And I'll soar on my way |
[01:26.773] | Sad as the state of things we can't change |
[02:05.312] | Now were paper dolls all aflame |
[02:13.949] | In houses that all look the same |
[02:21.149] | Rows of regret |
[02:26.573] | An arson for a wilderness |
[02:31.837] | I hide my saints in the willow trunk |
[02:40.589] | You started me on this junk |
[02:46.285] | Now my black lungs are blue |
[02:52.781] | But I'm still singing to you |
[02:54.413] | I'm still singing to you... |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Emm Gryner, Feder, Weed |
[00:13.181] | Night can' t come quick enough |
[00:22.80] | My faults shine in the sun |
[00:28.669] | A train bridge of spies |
[00:32.541] | watches all the cars collide |
[00:41.855] | I roll my green sleeves over ruby |
[00:48.540] | I don' t blame you for doing it to me |
[00:51.998] | Real girls don' t take aim |
[01:00.334] | like kings do these days |
[01:01.989] | I made my mind up to be a blackwinged bird |
[01:07.397] | Never turn my head for how things were |
[01:17.414] | Leave the bluest skies for boys to burn |
[01:24.77] | And I' ll soar on my way |
[01:26.773] | Sad as the state of things we can' t change |
[02:05.312] | Now were paper dolls all aflame |
[02:13.949] | In houses that all look the same |
[02:21.149] | Rows of regret |
[02:26.573] | An arson for a wilderness |
[02:31.837] | I hide my saints in the willow trunk |
[02:40.589] | You started me on this junk |
[02:46.285] | Now my black lungs are blue |
[02:52.781] | But I' m still singing to you |
[02:54.413] | I' m still singing to you... |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Emm Gryner, Feder, Weed |
[00:13.181] | Night can' t come quick enough |
[00:22.80] | My faults shine in the sun |
[00:28.669] | A train bridge of spies |
[00:32.541] | watches all the cars collide |
[00:41.855] | I roll my green sleeves over ruby |
[00:48.540] | I don' t blame you for doing it to me |
[00:51.998] | Real girls don' t take aim |
[01:00.334] | like kings do these days |
[01:01.989] | I made my mind up to be a blackwinged bird |
[01:07.397] | Never turn my head for how things were |
[01:17.414] | Leave the bluest skies for boys to burn |
[01:24.77] | And I' ll soar on my way |
[01:26.773] | Sad as the state of things we can' t change |
[02:05.312] | Now were paper dolls all aflame |
[02:13.949] | In houses that all look the same |
[02:21.149] | Rows of regret |
[02:26.573] | An arson for a wilderness |
[02:31.837] | I hide my saints in the willow trunk |
[02:40.589] | You started me on this junk |
[02:46.285] | Now my black lungs are blue |
[02:52.781] | But I' m still singing to you |
[02:54.413] | I' m still singing to you... |