Song | The Silver Circle |
Artist | Faith & the Muse |
Album | Annwyn, Beneath The Waves |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Faith and the Muse | |
Come to life my deviltry | |
Possess this poor company | |
Our secret be benefit | |
Their unhappy lack of it | |
Awaken my trusting friend | |
My undisturbed reflection | |
So fluid your beauty | |
All gears and teeth | |
Come Alive | |
Come to life my second skin | |
To protect the madness locked within | |
Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues | |
Though words did betray us | |
Did bury our past | |
Cry blasphemy | |
Cancer masters instinct | |
Sad passive release | |
Come Alive | |
Take my dear ones | |
The use of this spell may serve too well | |
Our mouth is our chalice | |
Our tongue our sword | |
And truth holds a dozen doors | |
One thrown open wide shall yield one more | |
Yet mystery remains above their eyes | |
Come Alive |
zuo qu : Faith and the Muse | |
Come to life my deviltry | |
Possess this poor company | |
Our secret be benefit | |
Their unhappy lack of it | |
Awaken my trusting friend | |
My undisturbed reflection | |
So fluid your beauty | |
All gears and teeth | |
Come Alive | |
Come to life my second skin | |
To protect the madness locked within | |
Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues | |
Though words did betray us | |
Did bury our past | |
Cry blasphemy | |
Cancer masters instinct | |
Sad passive release | |
Come Alive | |
Take my dear ones | |
The use of this spell may serve too well | |
Our mouth is our chalice | |
Our tongue our sword | |
And truth holds a dozen doors | |
One thrown open wide shall yield one more | |
Yet mystery remains above their eyes | |
Come Alive |
zuò qǔ : Faith and the Muse | |
Come to life my deviltry | |
Possess this poor company | |
Our secret be benefit | |
Their unhappy lack of it | |
Awaken my trusting friend | |
My undisturbed reflection | |
So fluid your beauty | |
All gears and teeth | |
Come Alive | |
Come to life my second skin | |
To protect the madness locked within | |
Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues | |
Though words did betray us | |
Did bury our past | |
Cry blasphemy | |
Cancer masters instinct | |
Sad passive release | |
Come Alive | |
Take my dear ones | |
The use of this spell may serve too well | |
Our mouth is our chalice | |
Our tongue our sword | |
And truth holds a dozen doors | |
One thrown open wide shall yield one more | |
Yet mystery remains above their eyes | |
Come Alive |