Song | Curs in the Weeds - normal |
Artist | Horse Feathers |
Album | House With No Home |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ringle | |
Lover of things, | |
won't you agree | |
how the winter could bring | |
the darkest spring? | |
With hell on your face, | |
dirt on the walls | |
in the back of the place, | |
you grew and complained. | |
Father of three, | |
won't you believe, | |
that the ones in between, | |
the ones that are blamed. | |
Of fickle faith, | |
cynics that seethe, | |
how their children are cursed, | |
cursed to believe. | |
It's like marrow without bone. | |
To live in a house with no home. | |
Where the son is the darkest seed. | |
He crawls with the curs in the weeds. | |
Where had you been son? | |
Not in the street, not in the yard. | |
Only once, I'll call off the dogs, if you call off your guard. | |
Where had you gone? | |
Where had you been? |
zuo qu : Ringle | |
Lover of things, | |
won' t you agree | |
how the winter could bring | |
the darkest spring? | |
With hell on your face, | |
dirt on the walls | |
in the back of the place, | |
you grew and complained. | |
Father of three, | |
won' t you believe, | |
that the ones in between, | |
the ones that are blamed. | |
Of fickle faith, | |
cynics that seethe, | |
how their children are cursed, | |
cursed to believe. | |
It' s like marrow without bone. | |
To live in a house with no home. | |
Where the son is the darkest seed. | |
He crawls with the curs in the weeds. | |
Where had you been son? | |
Not in the street, not in the yard. | |
Only once, I' ll call off the dogs, if you call off your guard. | |
Where had you gone? | |
Where had you been? |
zuò qǔ : Ringle | |
Lover of things, | |
won' t you agree | |
how the winter could bring | |
the darkest spring? | |
With hell on your face, | |
dirt on the walls | |
in the back of the place, | |
you grew and complained. | |
Father of three, | |
won' t you believe, | |
that the ones in between, | |
the ones that are blamed. | |
Of fickle faith, | |
cynics that seethe, | |
how their children are cursed, | |
cursed to believe. | |
It' s like marrow without bone. | |
To live in a house with no home. | |
Where the son is the darkest seed. | |
He crawls with the curs in the weeds. | |
Where had you been son? | |
Not in the street, not in the yard. | |
Only once, I' ll call off the dogs, if you call off your guard. | |
Where had you gone? | |
Where had you been? |