Song | Crystal Wrists |
Artist | Peter Murphy |
Album | Deep |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Murphy, Statham | |
I can't see the light. | |
I'm thrown in disgust | |
They speak of feats... the housed forever | |
A howling wind changed my course | |
It blew me out of bounds so sore | |
All the walls, all the walls that bound me | |
Descending bleak and put upon | |
I chew my cheeks to wake up from | |
The vase grows bigger to my eyes | |
These eyes that snigger and despise | |
The wall grows taller up to doom | |
Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust | |
At how I fall to my worst | |
Of course you say you don't understand | |
Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands | |
But clearly now, | |
I tell you man | |
That all I say | |
Is all I can | |
For I am nothing but my sin | |
Until I learn to caste them in | |
While young girls fangs and crystal wrists | |
Wait patiently for me to twist | |
I look away to distant rains | |
To water falls and honey days | |
And boys in black and blue rinse eyes | |
Gaze whistly at my slender thighs | |
I twist a shade to my right | |
And spit at beelzebub on sight | |
And go on loving all | |
I see For here | |
I live on patiently | |
Clearly now, | |
I tell you man | |
That all I say | |
Is all I can | |
For I am nothing but my sin | |
Until I learn to caste them in |
zuo ci : Murphy, Statham | |
I can' t see the light. | |
I' m thrown in disgust | |
They speak of feats... the housed forever | |
A howling wind changed my course | |
It blew me out of bounds so sore | |
All the walls, all the walls that bound me | |
Descending bleak and put upon | |
I chew my cheeks to wake up from | |
The vase grows bigger to my eyes | |
These eyes that snigger and despise | |
The wall grows taller up to doom | |
Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust | |
At how I fall to my worst | |
Of course you say you don' t understand | |
Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands | |
But clearly now, | |
I tell you man | |
That all I say | |
Is all I can | |
For I am nothing but my sin | |
Until I learn to caste them in | |
While young girls fangs and crystal wrists | |
Wait patiently for me to twist | |
I look away to distant rains | |
To water falls and honey days | |
And boys in black and blue rinse eyes | |
Gaze whistly at my slender thighs | |
I twist a shade to my right | |
And spit at beelzebub on sight | |
And go on loving all | |
I see For here | |
I live on patiently | |
Clearly now, | |
I tell you man | |
That all I say | |
Is all I can | |
For I am nothing but my sin | |
Until I learn to caste them in |
zuò cí : Murphy, Statham | |
I can' t see the light. | |
I' m thrown in disgust | |
They speak of feats... the housed forever | |
A howling wind changed my course | |
It blew me out of bounds so sore | |
All the walls, all the walls that bound me | |
Descending bleak and put upon | |
I chew my cheeks to wake up from | |
The vase grows bigger to my eyes | |
These eyes that snigger and despise | |
The wall grows taller up to doom | |
Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust | |
At how I fall to my worst | |
Of course you say you don' t understand | |
Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands | |
But clearly now, | |
I tell you man | |
That all I say | |
Is all I can | |
For I am nothing but my sin | |
Until I learn to caste them in | |
While young girls fangs and crystal wrists | |
Wait patiently for me to twist | |
I look away to distant rains | |
To water falls and honey days | |
And boys in black and blue rinse eyes | |
Gaze whistly at my slender thighs | |
I twist a shade to my right | |
And spit at beelzebub on sight | |
And go on loving all | |
I see For here | |
I live on patiently | |
Clearly now, | |
I tell you man | |
That all I say | |
Is all I can | |
For I am nothing but my sin | |
Until I learn to caste them in |