Song | Sleepdriving |
Artist | Grand Archives |
Album | The Grand Archives |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Brooke |
[00:17.000] | Snow fell thick and small |
[00:19.950] | It buried a starlit fog |
[00:22.310] | You remembered it all |
[00:24.540] | I'm sleepdriving away |
[00:32.040] | Metal and mold, bourbon and clove |
[00:35.610] | Mirrors and smoke, yesterday's clothes |
[00:39.620] | I'm sleepdriving away |
[00:47.130] | Eyes through your window, I stare out |
[01:01.430] | And some, someday we'll be too old |
[01:17.150] | Cold will ache with making you jaw |
[01:20.720] | You're only as old as you say that we are |
[01:24.600] | I'm sleepdriving away |
[01:31.780] | The trunk of the car filled with all that we own |
[01:35.570] | This old Pontiac's starting to feel like a boat |
[01:39.800] | I'm sleepdriving away |
[01:47.170] | Eyes through your window I stare out |
[02:01.410] | And some, someday we'll be too old |
[02:31.010] | It's nearly dawn, your motel home |
[02:38.410] | The shades were drawn to hide the storm |
[02:46.180] | Without a sound, the TV glows |
[02:53.410] | The blankets tight around our throats |
[03:01.280] | Swirling 'round, the light above |
[03:08.320] | Outside the crows were waking up |
[03:15.850] | It's nearly dawn |
[03:19.910] | Motel home was nearly gone |
[03:26.930] | No sleep at all |
[03:46.960] | Outside, those crows |
[03:53.990] | In life, oh noes |
[04:00.630] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:04.040] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:04.190] | Sleepdriving away |
[04:06.220] | Sleepdrivingaway |
[04:09.710] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:13.400] | Sleepdrivingaway |
[04:17.220] | Frozen roads and white Sleepdrivingaway..... |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Brooke |
[00:17.000] | Snow fell thick and small |
[00:19.950] | It buried a starlit fog |
[00:22.310] | You remembered it all |
[00:24.540] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[00:32.040] | Metal and mold, bourbon and clove |
[00:35.610] | Mirrors and smoke, yesterday' s clothes |
[00:39.620] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[00:47.130] | Eyes through your window, I stare out |
[01:01.430] | And some, someday we' ll be too old |
[01:17.150] | Cold will ache with making you jaw |
[01:20.720] | You' re only as old as you say that we are |
[01:24.600] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[01:31.780] | The trunk of the car filled with all that we own |
[01:35.570] | This old Pontiac' s starting to feel like a boat |
[01:39.800] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[01:47.170] | Eyes through your window I stare out |
[02:01.410] | And some, someday we' ll be too old |
[02:31.010] | It' s nearly dawn, your motel home |
[02:38.410] | The shades were drawn to hide the storm |
[02:46.180] | Without a sound, the TV glows |
[02:53.410] | The blankets tight around our throats |
[03:01.280] | Swirling ' round, the light above |
[03:08.320] | Outside the crows were waking up |
[03:15.850] | It' s nearly dawn |
[03:19.910] | Motel home was nearly gone |
[03:26.930] | No sleep at all |
[03:46.960] | Outside, those crows |
[03:53.990] | In life, oh noes |
[04:00.630] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:04.040] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:04.190] | Sleepdriving away |
[04:06.220] | Sleepdrivingaway |
[04:09.710] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:13.400] | Sleepdrivingaway |
[04:17.220] | Frozen roads and white Sleepdrivingaway..... |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Brooke |
[00:17.000] | Snow fell thick and small |
[00:19.950] | It buried a starlit fog |
[00:22.310] | You remembered it all |
[00:24.540] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[00:32.040] | Metal and mold, bourbon and clove |
[00:35.610] | Mirrors and smoke, yesterday' s clothes |
[00:39.620] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[00:47.130] | Eyes through your window, I stare out |
[01:01.430] | And some, someday we' ll be too old |
[01:17.150] | Cold will ache with making you jaw |
[01:20.720] | You' re only as old as you say that we are |
[01:24.600] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[01:31.780] | The trunk of the car filled with all that we own |
[01:35.570] | This old Pontiac' s starting to feel like a boat |
[01:39.800] | I' m sleepdriving away |
[01:47.170] | Eyes through your window I stare out |
[02:01.410] | And some, someday we' ll be too old |
[02:31.010] | It' s nearly dawn, your motel home |
[02:38.410] | The shades were drawn to hide the storm |
[02:46.180] | Without a sound, the TV glows |
[02:53.410] | The blankets tight around our throats |
[03:01.280] | Swirling ' round, the light above |
[03:08.320] | Outside the crows were waking up |
[03:15.850] | It' s nearly dawn |
[03:19.910] | Motel home was nearly gone |
[03:26.930] | No sleep at all |
[03:46.960] | Outside, those crows |
[03:53.990] | In life, oh noes |
[04:00.630] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:04.040] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:04.190] | Sleepdriving away |
[04:06.220] | Sleepdrivingaway |
[04:09.710] | Frozen roads and white |
[04:13.400] | Sleepdrivingaway |
[04:17.220] | Frozen roads and white Sleepdrivingaway..... |