Song | Handsome Furs Hate This City |
Artist | Handsome Furs |
Album | Plague Park |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boeckner, Perry | |
Woke up with blankets in buildings with jaws | |
Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon | |
We wish for night time, a darkening screen | |
Open the heart, just a machine | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, there was home | |
This one is vicious, a sinister lean | |
We haunted her staircase where small ghosts have been | |
Weening that heaven was stretched out and wide | |
Pinned to the sky | |
Pinned to the sky | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
So black out million screens | |
And wire up the floor | |
Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
But you won't know what it's for | |
So black out a million dreams | |
And wire up all the floors | |
Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
But you won't know what it's for |
zuo qu : Boeckner, Perry | |
Woke up with blankets in buildings with jaws | |
Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon | |
We wish for night time, a darkening screen | |
Open the heart, just a machine | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, there was home | |
This one is vicious, a sinister lean | |
We haunted her staircase where small ghosts have been | |
Weening that heaven was stretched out and wide | |
Pinned to the sky | |
Pinned to the sky | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
So black out million screens | |
And wire up the floor | |
Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
But you won' t know what it' s for | |
So black out a million dreams | |
And wire up all the floors | |
Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
But you won' t know what it' s for |
zuò qǔ : Boeckner, Perry | |
Woke up with blankets in buildings with jaws | |
Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon | |
We wish for night time, a darkening screen | |
Open the heart, just a machine | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, there was home | |
This one is vicious, a sinister lean | |
We haunted her staircase where small ghosts have been | |
Weening that heaven was stretched out and wide | |
Pinned to the sky | |
Pinned to the sky | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, there was home | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
Oh, life is long and hollow | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
We hate this city, filled with drones | |
So black out million screens | |
And wire up the floor | |
Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
But you won' t know what it' s for | |
So black out a million dreams | |
And wire up all the floors | |
Baby we can get you anything you want, any time you want | |
But you won' t know what it' s for |