Song | Crown Of The Lost |
Artist | Piano Magic |
Album | Writers Without Homes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Johnson, Marin, Raymonde ... | |
The night settles down on the water | |
The feathers of sun gathering | |
The trees wave their way to the morning | |
The birds think about what they'll sing | |
I have dreams in which you're a nightmare | |
I have dreams in which you're unfair | |
But angels still dance in your garden and flowers still grow in your hair | |
My tears leave a skull on the pillow | |
My tooth leaves my blood on the sheet | |
My heart sways the way of the willow | |
My heart sways the way of the wheat | |
But you are the queen of the lowlands | |
You have the crown of the lost | |
I found you broke up like a shipwreck | |
I found you broke up on the rocks | |
The horses come in from the cliff tops, their shadows upsetting the sea | |
The waves swim their way to the bottom and stay there until they're forgotten | |
And you know about birds when they're dying | |
How they know that they're going to die | |
How they hide in the heart of the forest and sleep until death chances by | |
You know that | |
You know that |
zuo ci : Johnson, Marin, Raymonde ... | |
The night settles down on the water | |
The feathers of sun gathering | |
The trees wave their way to the morning | |
The birds think about what they' ll sing | |
I have dreams in which you' re a nightmare | |
I have dreams in which you' re unfair | |
But angels still dance in your garden and flowers still grow in your hair | |
My tears leave a skull on the pillow | |
My tooth leaves my blood on the sheet | |
My heart sways the way of the willow | |
My heart sways the way of the wheat | |
But you are the queen of the lowlands | |
You have the crown of the lost | |
I found you broke up like a shipwreck | |
I found you broke up on the rocks | |
The horses come in from the cliff tops, their shadows upsetting the sea | |
The waves swim their way to the bottom and stay there until they' re forgotten | |
And you know about birds when they' re dying | |
How they know that they' re going to die | |
How they hide in the heart of the forest and sleep until death chances by | |
You know that | |
You know that |
zuò cí : Johnson, Marin, Raymonde ... | |
The night settles down on the water | |
The feathers of sun gathering | |
The trees wave their way to the morning | |
The birds think about what they' ll sing | |
I have dreams in which you' re a nightmare | |
I have dreams in which you' re unfair | |
But angels still dance in your garden and flowers still grow in your hair | |
My tears leave a skull on the pillow | |
My tooth leaves my blood on the sheet | |
My heart sways the way of the willow | |
My heart sways the way of the wheat | |
But you are the queen of the lowlands | |
You have the crown of the lost | |
I found you broke up like a shipwreck | |
I found you broke up on the rocks | |
The horses come in from the cliff tops, their shadows upsetting the sea | |
The waves swim their way to the bottom and stay there until they' re forgotten | |
And you know about birds when they' re dying | |
How they know that they' re going to die | |
How they hide in the heart of the forest and sleep until death chances by | |
You know that | |
You know that |