Song | Soluble Words |
Artist | On |
Album | Shifting Skin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Andrews | |
What did you say? | |
I heard soluble words | |
They flew out of your face | |
Then fell back to earth | |
Inaudible sounds | |
Get carried away | |
Can't you tell that I know your game | |
You've got nothing to say | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I've heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There's nothing but an empty hole | |
What did you say? | |
I heard questionable sounds | |
They dropped out of your mouth | |
Then fell to the ground | |
What are you fighting for? | |
What could it be? | |
I don't know, but I don't think you'll mind | |
All the extra money | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I've heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There's nothing but an empty hole | |
What did you say? | |
I heard questionable sounds | |
They flew out of your face | |
Then dropped to the ground | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I've heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There's nothing but an empty hole | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I've heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There's nothing but an empty hole | |
An empty hole | |
Can't afford to let you down | |
There's nothing here but broken sound | |
I'll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home | |
Can't afford to let you down | |
There's nothing here but broken sound | |
I'll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home | |
Can't afford to let you down | |
There's nothing here but broken sound | |
I'll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home |
zuo qu : Andrews | |
What did you say? | |
I heard soluble words | |
They flew out of your face | |
Then fell back to earth | |
Inaudible sounds | |
Get carried away | |
Can' t you tell that I know your game | |
You' ve got nothing to say | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
What did you say? | |
I heard questionable sounds | |
They dropped out of your mouth | |
Then fell to the ground | |
What are you fighting for? | |
What could it be? | |
I don' t know, but I don' t think you' ll mind | |
All the extra money | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
What did you say? | |
I heard questionable sounds | |
They flew out of your face | |
Then dropped to the ground | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
An empty hole | |
Can' t afford to let you down | |
There' s nothing here but broken sound | |
I' ll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home | |
Can' t afford to let you down | |
There' s nothing here but broken sound | |
I' ll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home | |
Can' t afford to let you down | |
There' s nothing here but broken sound | |
I' ll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home |
zuò qǔ : Andrews | |
What did you say? | |
I heard soluble words | |
They flew out of your face | |
Then fell back to earth | |
Inaudible sounds | |
Get carried away | |
Can' t you tell that I know your game | |
You' ve got nothing to say | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
What did you say? | |
I heard questionable sounds | |
They dropped out of your mouth | |
Then fell to the ground | |
What are you fighting for? | |
What could it be? | |
I don' t know, but I don' t think you' ll mind | |
All the extra money | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
What did you say? | |
I heard questionable sounds | |
They flew out of your face | |
Then dropped to the ground | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
Is there something you can tell me | |
That could make me hear the call | |
Everything I' ve heard you spill | |
Is sleepier than Seconol | |
How can i pretend to think | |
That what you say is meaningful | |
Every time I look inside | |
There' s nothing but an empty hole | |
An empty hole | |
Can' t afford to let you down | |
There' s nothing here but broken sound | |
I' ll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home | |
Can' t afford to let you down | |
There' s nothing here but broken sound | |
I' ll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home | |
Can' t afford to let you down | |
There' s nothing here but broken sound | |
I' ll leave the tape beside your door | |
On my way home |