Song | Riding Hood |
Artist | Run To Vega |
Album | Riding Hood |
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作词 : Kevin Coronel | |
作曲 : Isaac Barnes/Kevin Coronel/Lukas Jakubenas/Simon Christian | |
See the snow stop dripping on the side of every shadow's edge | |
The footsteps were leading past the place where everything was red | |
Walking neath' the tree tops rising over shallow graves, the sight | |
Between a bloodshot holler and a tear drop caller comes the tale of night, and she said... | |
I ain't yours no more | |
She said I ain't yours no more | |
She said I ain't yours no more | |
She said, on the telephone..... | |
Now the whisper of the wind and the cool of the breeze softly glistening | |
And slowly barbs of desire and chokes of the fire burning deep within | |
Too much to bare too little despair why is it that I am | |
Said a voice to the other too late to discover as she stepped to the light, and she said... | |
I ain't yours no more | |
She said I ain't yours no more | |
She said I ain't yours no more | |
She said, on the telephone..... |
zuo ci : Kevin Coronel | |
zuo qu : Isaac Barnes Kevin Coronel Lukas Jakubenas Simon Christian | |
See the snow stop dripping on the side of every shadow' s edge | |
The footsteps were leading past the place where everything was red | |
Walking neath' the tree tops rising over shallow graves, the sight | |
Between a bloodshot holler and a tear drop caller comes the tale of night, and she said... | |
I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said, on the telephone..... | |
Now the whisper of the wind and the cool of the breeze softly glistening | |
And slowly barbs of desire and chokes of the fire burning deep within | |
Too much to bare too little despair why is it that I am | |
Said a voice to the other too late to discover as she stepped to the light, and she said... | |
I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said, on the telephone..... |
zuò cí : Kevin Coronel | |
zuò qǔ : Isaac Barnes Kevin Coronel Lukas Jakubenas Simon Christian | |
See the snow stop dripping on the side of every shadow' s edge | |
The footsteps were leading past the place where everything was red | |
Walking neath' the tree tops rising over shallow graves, the sight | |
Between a bloodshot holler and a tear drop caller comes the tale of night, and she said... | |
I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said, on the telephone..... | |
Now the whisper of the wind and the cool of the breeze softly glistening | |
And slowly barbs of desire and chokes of the fire burning deep within | |
Too much to bare too little despair why is it that I am | |
Said a voice to the other too late to discover as she stepped to the light, and she said... | |
I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said I ain' t yours no more | |
She said, on the telephone..... |