Song | When the Paint Grows Darker Still |
Artist | Frank Black |
Album | Fast Man Raider Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Black | |
I am just a weary singer | |
Moving through this world of ills | |
Hark the choir of predecessors | |
When the paint grows darker still | |
Once I found a golden trumpet | |
In the mash of an old landfill | |
Now I play for the spirits | |
When the paint grows darker still | |
Winter waited in my garden | |
When the sun did refuse to shine | |
Honeybees all in a slumber | |
Skies filled up the sea | |
Falling down on me | |
Winter waited in my garden | |
When the sun did refuse to shine | |
Honeybees are in a slumber | |
Skies filled up the sea | |
Falling down on me | |
See his eyes turn to stained glass | |
Head to toe in a black roadkill | |
Here I am for your judgement | |
When the paint grows darker still |
zuo ci : Black | |
I am just a weary singer | |
Moving through this world of ills | |
Hark the choir of predecessors | |
When the paint grows darker still | |
Once I found a golden trumpet | |
In the mash of an old landfill | |
Now I play for the spirits | |
When the paint grows darker still | |
Winter waited in my garden | |
When the sun did refuse to shine | |
Honeybees all in a slumber | |
Skies filled up the sea | |
Falling down on me | |
Winter waited in my garden | |
When the sun did refuse to shine | |
Honeybees are in a slumber | |
Skies filled up the sea | |
Falling down on me | |
See his eyes turn to stained glass | |
Head to toe in a black roadkill | |
Here I am for your judgement | |
When the paint grows darker still |
zuò cí : Black | |
I am just a weary singer | |
Moving through this world of ills | |
Hark the choir of predecessors | |
When the paint grows darker still | |
Once I found a golden trumpet | |
In the mash of an old landfill | |
Now I play for the spirits | |
When the paint grows darker still | |
Winter waited in my garden | |
When the sun did refuse to shine | |
Honeybees all in a slumber | |
Skies filled up the sea | |
Falling down on me | |
Winter waited in my garden | |
When the sun did refuse to shine | |
Honeybees are in a slumber | |
Skies filled up the sea | |
Falling down on me | |
See his eyes turn to stained glass | |
Head to toe in a black roadkill | |
Here I am for your judgement | |
When the paint grows darker still |