Song | Ribs |
Artist | Page France |
Album | Come, I'm a Lion! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Nau | |
Who will shadow you home | |
These streets are getting crazy | |
I've got air pollution in my mouth | |
And it's getting tired of waiting | |
Until our youth burns away | |
You'll stay here beside me | |
And let the city lights keep rhythm | |
With the beating heart inside me | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart, we share the stars | |
I'll wrap you tight around my wrist | |
To keep you pumping through my arms | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart, we share the stars | |
I'll wrap you tight around my wrist | |
To keep you pumping through my, pumping through my arms | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart (x14) | |
We share a- |
zuo qu : Nau | |
Who will shadow you home | |
These streets are getting crazy | |
I' ve got air pollution in my mouth | |
And it' s getting tired of waiting | |
Until our youth burns away | |
You' ll stay here beside me | |
And let the city lights keep rhythm | |
With the beating heart inside me | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart, we share the stars | |
I' ll wrap you tight around my wrist | |
To keep you pumping through my arms | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart, we share the stars | |
I' ll wrap you tight around my wrist | |
To keep you pumping through my, pumping through my arms | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart x14 | |
We share a |
zuò qǔ : Nau | |
Who will shadow you home | |
These streets are getting crazy | |
I' ve got air pollution in my mouth | |
And it' s getting tired of waiting | |
Until our youth burns away | |
You' ll stay here beside me | |
And let the city lights keep rhythm | |
With the beating heart inside me | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart, we share the stars | |
I' ll wrap you tight around my wrist | |
To keep you pumping through my arms | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart, we share the stars | |
I' ll wrap you tight around my wrist | |
To keep you pumping through my, pumping through my arms | |
You were made out of my ribs | |
We share a heart x14 | |
We share a |