Song | Cocaine Lights |
Artist | Phosphorescent |
Album | Pride |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Houck | |
In the darkness | |
After the cocaine lights | |
I will miss you | |
More than ever | |
And to color my eyes into rose | |
Is to ask of my beaten bones | |
To be less of meat and stone | |
And more of feather | |
But lord they’re rolling me away | |
Ain’t they rolling me away | |
Don’t they roll oh oh oh | |
In the morning in the kitchen | |
I can hear my own blood clicking | |
So I stand there and I listen | |
Til the glowing begins | |
There is light that pours sweet from new hips | |
There is beer that pours sweet through my lips | |
There is gold where the cold button sits | |
It’s just a showy amen | |
And in the hallway, in a slip | |
She says ‘hey, don’t you like my newest trick’ | |
And I say “yeah that’s a pretty good trick | |
Would you show me again’ | |
And lord I truly am awake | |
And lord, truly I am afraid | |
And, lord, truly I remain… | |
In the darkness | |
After the cocaine lights | |
I will miss you | |
With no warning | |
I will recover my sense of grace | |
And rediscover my rightful place | |
Yes and cover my face | |
With the morning |
zuo qu : Houck | |
In the darkness | |
After the cocaine lights | |
I will miss you | |
More than ever | |
And to color my eyes into rose | |
Is to ask of my beaten bones | |
To be less of meat and stone | |
And more of feather | |
But lord they' re rolling me away | |
Ain' t they rolling me away | |
Don' t they roll oh oh oh | |
In the morning in the kitchen | |
I can hear my own blood clicking | |
So I stand there and I listen | |
Til the glowing begins | |
There is light that pours sweet from new hips | |
There is beer that pours sweet through my lips | |
There is gold where the cold button sits | |
It' s just a showy amen | |
And in the hallway, in a slip | |
She says ' hey, don' t you like my newest trick' | |
And I say " yeah that' s a pretty good trick | |
Would you show me again' | |
And lord I truly am awake | |
And lord, truly I am afraid | |
And, lord, truly I remain | |
In the darkness | |
After the cocaine lights | |
I will miss you | |
With no warning | |
I will recover my sense of grace | |
And rediscover my rightful place | |
Yes and cover my face | |
With the morning |
zuò qǔ : Houck | |
In the darkness | |
After the cocaine lights | |
I will miss you | |
More than ever | |
And to color my eyes into rose | |
Is to ask of my beaten bones | |
To be less of meat and stone | |
And more of feather | |
But lord they' re rolling me away | |
Ain' t they rolling me away | |
Don' t they roll oh oh oh | |
In the morning in the kitchen | |
I can hear my own blood clicking | |
So I stand there and I listen | |
Til the glowing begins | |
There is light that pours sweet from new hips | |
There is beer that pours sweet through my lips | |
There is gold where the cold button sits | |
It' s just a showy amen | |
And in the hallway, in a slip | |
She says ' hey, don' t you like my newest trick' | |
And I say " yeah that' s a pretty good trick | |
Would you show me again' | |
And lord I truly am awake | |
And lord, truly I am afraid | |
And, lord, truly I remain | |
In the darkness | |
After the cocaine lights | |
I will miss you | |
With no warning | |
I will recover my sense of grace | |
And rediscover my rightful place | |
Yes and cover my face | |
With the morning |