Song | The Pooka Sings |
Artist | Final Fantasy |
Album | He Poos Clouds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pallett | |
Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! | |
Your dry and desperate tongue | |
You've told a lie! a lie! a lie! | |
For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung | |
Do we believe in devils? No. | |
Winged men? The healing pow'r of love? No. | |
Enchantment? Social justice? No. | |
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. | |
Then why are all your songs about the things that don't exist? | |
Do not resist! You'll burn these lies tonight and never let them live | |
Oh, stoke the fire, you'll burn these words tonight | |
I cannot let them live | |
The Pooka wings away | |
His power o'er me's at an end | |
And I put down the violin | |
I leave it down, never again! |
zuo qu : Pallett | |
Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! | |
Your dry and desperate tongue | |
You' ve told a lie! a lie! a lie! | |
For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung | |
Do we believe in devils? No. | |
Winged men? The healing pow' r of love? No. | |
Enchantment? Social justice? No. | |
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. | |
Then why are all your songs about the things that don' t exist? | |
Do not resist! You' ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live | |
Oh, stoke the fire, you' ll burn these words tonight | |
I cannot let them live | |
The Pooka wings away | |
His power o' er me' s at an end | |
And I put down the violin | |
I leave it down, never again! |
zuò qǔ : Pallett | |
Oh! your eyes, your greedy eyes! | |
Your dry and desperate tongue | |
You' ve told a lie! a lie! a lie! | |
For every pretty note your reddy voice has sung | |
Do we believe in devils? No. | |
Winged men? The healing pow' r of love? No. | |
Enchantment? Social justice? No. | |
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No. | |
Then why are all your songs about the things that don' t exist? | |
Do not resist! You' ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live | |
Oh, stoke the fire, you' ll burn these words tonight | |
I cannot let them live | |
The Pooka wings away | |
His power o' er me' s at an end | |
And I put down the violin | |
I leave it down, never again! |